A thug that has “made it” to the big time. Originally referred ball players that made it out of the streets to make millions as a pro ball player, but now is used to describe any thug that is living large. – by thug4life on Urban Dictionary.
Oh, mighty Powerball ticket, how you call for my attention every time I am near. The drawing is not until Wednesday night. So, why must you taunt me? I have you, so, what am I going to do with you? Win or lose, I forget all about you. If I win, maybe I’ll put you in a plaque and immortalize you. If I lose, do I just crumple you up and toss you in the trash? Maybe, I stuff you in a drawer so I can remember the time I played you. A keepsake. A memory of what I thought was a jackpot. What if you are not good enough? Do I replace you with another? Another chance for eternal happiness?
So, why did I play?
Just for the thrill. The euphoria. The chat. The chatter. 1.5 billion dollar jackpot and climbing.
What would I do with the money if I actually won? I have no idea. I certainly would retire. I guess managing all that money would keep me busy. Even if I traveled twice a month, I calculated that would only be 2 million dollars over 20 years. I am not a philanthropist. Giving money away does not help. It does not help the individual, a company, or an institution. They will waste it and will only come to rely on it. I have always believed to work hard to stay where you are and to live within your means. That also means trading up when you have money and trading down when you don’t have enough.
I hear winners are stalked by the media and by family members they rarely see. Most winners go bankrupt. I think I will have to create an alias if I win. Go dark. That’s why I blocked out some numbers. No lawyer. Share with the greediest archetype of all? No way!
For now, I am just happy to be a Powerballer. Whether I live large or not is yet to be determined! If anything, it was fun doing this brainstorming post!