Whose life do you want?

I have no problem admitting if another man is good looking. Don't see why anyone would.

 

When I grew up, the only man a straight guy would ever be caught dead admitting was good looking was Brad Pitt.

 

Can I be me, only about 15 years ago? I was in college, with friends down the hall and a different club meeting every night. I was just as Type-A, emotional, selfish, and needy as I am now, but it rarely mattered.

I didn't have to worry about payin' bills, cleaning up (much) or where my next meal was coming from. I had a funny, overwrought boss who regularly harassed me. (Oh, wait, not much has changed there. ) My decisions didn't impact anyone except me.

I wish I still had that peace of mind.

 

10 years ago? Meh. Some rock star, or something.

Today? I wouldn't trade with anyone. I'm fat, ugly and far from rich, but I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I was a boy.

 

Matthew McConaughey

 

Dick Trickle says howdy.

 

I know a guy who owns a strip club in Vegas. He's a millionaire, a genuinely nice guy, a famous-in-small circles-musician. He has a trophy wife and a pool and, believe it or not, a soul. He's beloved and enviable. And he's pretty fucking unhappy.

I don't know who I'd want to be. The trappings and the outside-in perspective don't mean much, so it's very tough to say. I've worked hard to be happy with who I am, and, mission accomplished.

I know that defeats the whole point of the question, but I felt like being self-righteous.

 

Then you'd just be L-I-V-I-N.

Jimmy Buffett or Yvon Chouinard would be near the top of my list.

 

Chouinard would be cool, Cuz. Willie Unseld, RIP, would be cooler.