You have no choice.It's good.
We have nothing left to live for other than to unleash the same tired old stories about the hardships of our youth, walking miles uphill to and from the school, through the snow, in all 4 seasons and buying Chesterfield unfiltered cigarettes at the local market for our moms, who typically were sipping martinis by noon and would write a permission note to the store owner and send us with the exact change to buy her smokes.