Get ambition.
Get an education.
Get a job.
Get a car.
Get a spouse.
Get a house.
Get a kid.
Collect all 7.
Get another kid.
Get another job.
Get another house.
Get another car.
Get a retirement plan.
Get a tightening in your chest that never seems to subside.
Get a suspicion that never sneaks with a look on its face that says, “Sleep with one eye open, Bucko.”
Misdiagnose it and get some sleeping pills.
Get by with a smile on your face because nobody likes a downer.
Get it?
Got it?
Not good.
