Killing Time With Delusions Of Grandier

Here's one of my all time favorite daydreams:

If I won a cool million playing Lotto...

Man, I wouldn't have to worry about rent for a while. I could kick back and do the things my heart has been beeging me to do. I could buy an apartment. Real Estate, baby! No more worries... then why do I feel strange? I know, a million is not enough!

If I won two million playing Lotto...

I could buy any car I wanted and drive anywhere I wanted, at any time. I could drive around the block where my new apartment sits and admire my new residence from my new car that I'd be admiring, while I was admiring my new home... Eh, more!

If I won Powerball...

Holy shit! My friends and family would be SET! I'd buy them all medical insurance and new apartments and cars. We could take turns driving around the things I'd bought them, and then, laugh all night as we dined, al fresco, in my awesome backyard. The one with the pool and the spa and the amazing grill...

I'm starting to realize that I have to get up in the morning and have none of these things. I have to get up in the morning and not have a job. I have to get up in the morning and take the subway like everyone else. I have to do this with $60 in my account and a broken relationship...

I won't play Lotto or Powerball, or make everyone wait in line at the deli while I berate the clerk with combos like, "5-2-4 Box! 3-2-7 Straight! 8-8-8 Box!". I won't do this tomorrow, because I won't win and if I did I'd probably blow it faster than "Brewster's Millions".

Heh, either way, I still have my friends and family and they won't care that I only have 60 bucks to my name. It's true, I'm rich already, I know this. But boy, I'd love to give them all so much more and someday, I will. For now, I'll kill time with delusions of grandier and dream of apartments and cars, medical insurance and never worrying about making ends meet and ice cream, roller coasters in my driveway and...