After I went to school and got a job with a multinational engineering firm, though, I had plenty of money to do the limited shit I wanted to do. Mostly I went to two to five movies a week and ate out every day at places I liked to eat. I went to some concerts. I had some girlfriends, mostly women who considered themselves tragic figures, legitimately or otherwise. I sought enlightenment, which was fun but fruitless. All in all, however, never being married or having kids, I could just do what I felt like doing next. I was essentially on vacation. Work was cool sometimes, mostly not, but it always paid enough to keep the Endless Autumn of my life mostly debt and worry free. I worried some, but looking back, the worry was for naught; I never really had any problem finding work if I really wanted to, work that would pay well enough to, after a few months, fuel two more years of being an irresponsible asshole.
So, anyway . . . that was and continues to be the dill. Will I have to get a job again? If I do, minimum wage part time at Starbucks would probably be sufficient until I could arrange that final big vacation in the sky. My "worry about it" days are over. Hell they've always been over; I just didn't realize it till just now.