I'm as old as I AM. 51. And I take plenty of flak for having young friends from my husband, who is 62. He's given up entirely. He had both his knees replaced and they didn't make him better. They pretty much made him worse. Now he is disabled and can't work so he retired and just sits around.
I taught at the local high school, with 3600 students, for 6 years and met tons and tons of young people. I eventually was encouraged to resign, after the district had me P.I.d with a detective who got pictures of me railing oxy in my car. I never went to work high. I knew all the kids who got high, the kids who came to school high loved my class. I would mess with them and make them laugh and stuff while I was lecturing. I saw probably a dozen seniors at different times in different dispensaries. The kids in California who are eligible for medical marijuana can get their cards at 18. Everyone eventually knew I was involved with the drug culture.
So I no longer have a job, but those students and their families have become my friends. They are all over, getting married or coming home from the service or working at the grocery store, just all over. I see them, we exchange numbers, and now I have prior students as friends. They come over. I go to their houses. They first ones are all over 21 now. We go to a bar occasionally too. So being my age, and being on drugs, is a hassle, and can cause unemployment if people talk about you.