“HEYYYY, YO! I can’t believe you came back. Some of the old crew is meeting up at 7, you should come by!”

A bunch of fags. At least that’s what the football kids used to call you. But nobody else except your band mates understood your eccentricity, and star Quarterback Mike Johnston still works down at the local gas station, while your fellow band mates (at least the ones who grew up to be good looking), are tech giants driving Teslas. The sell outs.   Bowing down to the man. You’ll never give up like they did. What do you do?

A) Gave up like they did.

B) Continue chasing the dragon.