So damn insightful, this comment. Travelling through Osaka last Autumn and we stumble upon a small underground Reggae bar. We're sharing tales, having fun with

So damn insightful, this comment. Travelling through Osaka last Autumn and we stumble upon a small underground Reggae bar. We're sharing tales, having fun with the dudes that ran it, and I get conversing with the owner over the last cigarette: Me: "Cool spot you've got here man. Must be fun?" Dude: "Yes, for bit. But I'm 35." * Silence*. He starts telling me about how the novelty has worn off and he's stuck between a rock and a hard place and how wearing hip-hop garb has an expiry date. I know - these are concerns of young adults everywhere - but found his deadpan awareness of the increasing opportunity-cost interesting (and hilarious, at the time).