Wanna be with the beer and guitars,
But that’s not what my priorities are.
Wishing I was livin’ the life,
But that ain’t always easy with kids and a wife.
It writes itself.
Hopefully, all be fine and the worst it’ll be will be the eye patch of shame (like a dog’s cone of shame, but less obtrusive). I had a nasty habit of scratching my eye as a kid, an occupational hazard for an early wearer of the hard, contact lenses available at the time, so I feel that pain.