electric relaxation

Ok, so it doesn’t, yet. But it might.

So it’s hard not to get excited about the prospect of being fantastically wealthy. Anyone who doesn’t either (a) has one or more rich parents, (b) has never had a hard time getting laid, or (c) doesn’t listen to the rap music.

However, it’s quite sobering to realize that even if I’m handed a million little paper miracles, very few things are likely to change. In particular, (b) and (c) are in my experience, surprisingly orthogonal to the contents of your bank statement.

What’s more, I figure I’d be equally happy if I could just convince myself (perhaps via a combination of hypnotherapy and serious drug abuse) that I already have ridiculous paper, and that I just can’t spend the money because of some complex and unintelligible tax reason. It’d be like that movie The Game, but in reverse. Or something.