When you're approaching 40, trying to maintain a six-figure job, and already have enough felonies in your jacket for 3 lifetimes, you start thinking about safety... Trust me. I'm too old to be ducking into bandos.. Besides, there's a certain thrill/apprehension that accompanies chillin in your Manhattan apartment, watching GoT on a massive flatscreen, eating Haagen Dazs, wondering exactly when you'll receive that text that says "I'm here"... It's a different type of excitement and "thrill of copping," but it's one appropriate to where *I* am in life.
TRUST ME B, I already lived that life. I get it, I really do, but I'm somewhere else in life right now.. Trying to eliminate extraneous risks.