I Can't Even Fantasize Correctly. |
Written by Greg Mills | |||
We now present the swan song of the now defunct Bastard of Art and Commerce . So a toast to Greg Mills, the richest blogger I know. You can become a fan of Greg Mills at Facebook, here. I was walking Chewie (who attacked a man yesterday) up in the highlands of Berkeley yesterday, past the massive Arts and Crafts redwood "cottages" that house world renowned experts in various disciplines I've never heard of, when I entered a gentle revelry, something like "I want a big fucking house like that shit right there." Because I am a wooly headed ninny, I started going through scenarios of things I could do that wouldn't require any work, yet could cause me to be insanely wealthy. So, you know, the California lottery featured pretty big there. That and getting gout or shingles from some product, then suing the company that produced. But the Lottery would require a lot less work, so I stuck to the lottery. Here's how I broke out the winnings ($15,000,000, after tax)
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