Current Events > I want to be rich so goddamn bad.

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I want to be able to eat at a Michelin starred restaurant on a whim. I want to repay favors with brand new Rolexes. I want to have girlfriends and mistresses and high-class escorts and secretaries and interns, and a hot wife that barely gives a shit because she's surrounded by luxury. I want kids that don't even know how rich they are, that money is just uninteresting to them, it doesn't even exist. I want luxury car salesmen to call me every few months just to see if I want to schedule a test drive of the latest model. I want some flunkie assistant who runs my errands and steals bottles of wine from my cellar or orders extra steaks for himself, and I know about it but don't even bring it up because of how little I care. I want an Olympic level athlete to train me at tennis, and still give minimal effort and act like it doesn't even matter to me. I want politicians to call and check in with me to see what I think about upcoming bills and legislation. I want to make friends with the head bartender at my favorite country club and invest in their hip speakeasy cocktail bar concept. I want to get confronted by a police officer and then namedrop someone that makes them run off with their tail between their legs. I want lawsuits, I want groundbreaking ceremonies, I want industry conventions in Vegas every year. I want my buddies from the old days to take a yearly cabin trip with me. Oh yeah, I want a cabin. I want to be rich so goddamn bad.