One day, this will all be over. That's true however you define it (this life, this universe, this week), but I'm thinking specifically of our careers in advertising. At some future point, distant or otherwise, voluntarily or otherwise, I will be an ex-copywriter. I'm there now, in the future, nostalgically browsing the archives of a comic I used to write and reading these words for the first time in years. But damned if I know what I'll be doing when I'm not doing that.
Jamie's a little easier to predict. One of his closest friends is a respected geologist who regularly discovers ore bodies worth $200 million plus. He doesn't see a nickel of that nickel, so to speak, but he and Jamie are making plans and it's only a matter of time before they walk out of the woods rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Assuming they aren't mauled to death by bears, of course.
Thanks for reading, future self! I hope you're happy. Give my love to the girls.
P.S. I have no idea why Jamie drew me reading Fangoria.