i've considered the idea; definite pluses are that i'd escape the driving and credit records i established during my (many) youthful indiscretions. & now that i've established a more healthy pattern of illicit drug use, i'd pretty much fly under the radar where that's concerned.
but it's just too cold up there.
so if anyone needs me if/when the ship goes down in flames, i'll be on the poop deck with a cherry coke, my bong, a big bag of popcorn, and the usual s***-eating cynical smirk on my face.
i'm always at my best when the water starts licking my toes anyhow.