If I Were Only Half As Cool

Imagine you were 26 years old, handsome in a Rob-Lowe-meets-Jeff-Corwin kind of way, you worked growing medical marijuana for 2-3 hours a day, making a handsome six-figure income, spent the rest of your time racing motorcycles and cars, scuba-diving in Palau, partying in Amsterdam, and doing it all with a group of guys just as cool as yourself, and girls just as pretty as you could hope for.

Imagine being able to talk about your experiences in a way that is exceptionally funny and engaging, and entertains every 30, 40, 50 and 60-year-old guy in the room because they all are thinking, "If I was 26 years old again, I would want to be just like this guy."

That's one lucky bastard.

Oh... and in case you don't already know who I'm talking about, go to TQ2 and look at the "record board". He's the one who rang the bell 10 times in one night, bought the staff 15 rounds in one night, bought 80 shots in one night, and on and on and on.