Blue-blood's dilemma. . .
Post Teenage Dropout Syndrome (TDS) in perpetuum, a thirty-four year-old plays the lead-guitar in a dive-bar.
He or she already tried for the mula. . . and now they wait for me to die.
It is your responsibility to maintain two-hour weekly conversations: "Mom. . . I'm doing a lot of drugs. . . I'm depressed. . ." in the span of two hours. You can be the queen of rehab without an ultimatum, I guess.
Solution: force them to stream five-hundred hours on twitch planning a business. "Be ready to present to myself and potential investors." . . . give them money now.
Solution disguised as problem: better to have them doing cocaine off of their briefcase than cocaine, molly and mushrooms in a dive-bar. It's the liberal parent in me, "Just find a baby-momma by the time you're thirty-five, ok?" Offer a home that they will inherit.
