Trading places?

I arrive at the Roxy to discover that the event organizing company responsible for putting the Go-Go's on stage is owned by a friend of mine. Small world.

We get to chatting. He's doing extremely well for himself. Making well into the six figures. He's about my age. I felt a twinge of jealousy thinking about what I would do with that money. I admit it.

He's not married. No kids.

Wouldn't trade places with him though.