daydreams of a wannabe trillionaire
Well, I didn't win 110 million dollars in the mega-million drawing last night.
Too bad for you, because I was going to fly every one of you to my private island for a whole summer of hedonism. Maybe next time.
Justin and I were talking last night about what we would do with all that money (yes, minus taxes and such).
Most people would dream of vacations and new cars and college tuitions paid in full.
Not us. Instead, we dreamed up our mansion. Not really the whole mansion, just a wing of it.
The wing would consist of two rooms. The home theater/enertainment portion, which would be complete with an actual movie theater and a game room filled with all kinds of arcade games plus every gaming system known to man, each with its own large screen plasma television screen and, of course, an air hockey table.
The other portion would be under lock, key and armed guard at all time. There would be our sanctuary. Walls of bookshelves lined with comic books and graphic novels. Trophy cases filled with action figures (none of them in their original packaging, all of them available to be played with, like they were meant to be). A drawing table for Justin, a writing desk for me. Not suprisingly, it would be called our Fortress of Solitude.
None of this silly tax shelters and investments and buying land and stocks with my millions. I want to live while I'm still alive, thank you.
Daydreaming sure is nice.