1. Drinking yummy local-ish Two Lads Chardonnay on a porch swing of some fabulously restored Heritage Hill home, watching a summer thunderstorm roll in.
You also fondly remember the old-school days of watching said storms from the stoop of some ghetto house off Wealthy Street, drinking 40s from Little Jacks, before that area went and got all hip.
2. Always having ArtPrize as a financial plan backup.
You were somehow always pretty confident that if you absolutely needed the cash to survive, you could come up with some genius abstract something-or-other, get a sweet PR campaign going, and hands-down win that shit.