I don't really remember buying it…it was one of those off hand things we sometimes do during the day. Stop in at the local convenience store, buy bread, cigarettes or maybe a paper and for no good reason other than the fact that I could, I bought a ticket.
I've seen other people on tv talking about their lucky numbers or their system or their kids birthdays but for me there was no such thing...no forethought, no planning on what to do..
Like nearly everything else in my life, it was just a happy accident... a blessing or a curse, depending on who you believe.
I spent that last weekend just like I had a thousand or more before, Friday night at Doc's Bar & Grill drinking and smoking outside on the Patio, with the dealers, bikers and the hookers.
The pungent smell of the joints they rolled on the patio tables, wafting through the night air as the traffic rolled by…kids racing between the lights...and people just cruising, enjoying the warmth of an early May evening.
Tony was behind the bar busting peoples chops as usual…his latest girlfriend, a scrawny Asian girl sipping on Tony's gin and frowning at the chaos around the bar. It was Friday and when Tony saw me walk in he popped a couple of Buds, placing one on the counter in front of me and the other on ice behind the bar.
‘Happy Hour's over’ he said ‘you having a steak sandwich? Medium rare right?’
I nodded and Tony took the short walk to the door between the kitchen and the bar and yelled ‘NOREEN.....NOREEN....order in!’
Noreen was never in the kitchen, preferring to stand at the back door in the alley, smoking and talking to her latest boyfriend or dealer...usually one and the same, a lean scruffy leather-clad youth draped over a black Harley Davidson Sportster.
I sat there and scoped out the women as I ate, and apart from Dena, blonde, drunk and loud as usual, there was nothing there that wasn't going to cost me 50 bucks...and a lifetime of worry over the clap or aids, or some damn thing.
I sat there and drank my beers, ate my food...sitting on a wallet with 45 dollars and a secret in it.
Now when I think back to that guy....not the guy I am now, but that guy...the one who never seemed quite able to organize his life, weekend boozer, always behind on at least one bill, sometimes employed but mostly not...I look back and laugh, and wonder that was yesterday...T minus One.
I woke up on Saturday around noon...got up and started collecting the piles of dirty clothes on my floor...3 black bags full I trundled down the 3 flights of stairs to the parking lot...and piled them on to the back seat of my Jeep.
May is a brilliant time of year in Alberta. Warm spring air, the trees...spring forth buds, the grass slowly greens and with a high yellow sun and a prairie blue sky.
Cruising down the back alley, I hop the couple of blocks behind the IGA and the Post Office and wind up in front of SOAPTIME my favorite laundromat, right across the road from Docs Bar and Grill coincidentally. Dumping the 3 bags on the counter the Chinese couple smile, and weigh the contents of my laziness...$25 dollars...6 0clock.... From a single man’s point of view, all my sheets, towels, shirts, socks and pants…washed, folded and bagged....for 25 bucks, a good deal.
My chores done for the day, I check out Doc's parking lot, and see Tony's 32 Ford, and a couple of cars left over from the night before. Leaving my Jeep at the laundromat I dodge the traffic and skip across the street...and go in for a breakfast beer.
The slot machines have people all ready perched on their chairs...feeding them Looney's all the while searching for Lucky 7's or 5 rows of Oranges and Cherries...
Gamblers, I thought...I will never understand them...
‘How was your night Tony?’
‘Not bad, Noreen closed up for me, so Shian and I could get off early,
but look at this place...she never cleaned any of the tables, typical. Bud...?’
‘Yes please’
Popping the beer on the counter, he passed me the Local Sun Newspaper.
‘Look at her’ he said, showing me the page 3 girl....
One of the millions of blonde, scantily clad girls that the media and the public seem to have an endless appetite for.
Without really wanting to, I started flipping through the pages, and looking at the pictures and scanning the headlines...Who's screwing who...Who died....Who's going to jail...standard Saturday escapist fare.
I sat there and drank my beer as the slot machines whirred and tinkled and the sound of the jukebox poured out the Northern Pikes across the bar.
I don't remember flipping back to the page with the numbers on it...I mean I must have, because I did, and a part of me must have recognized something...because...my hand dropped to my back pocket and hauled out the beat up black leather wallet now with only 5 dollars in it and a ticket.
I unfold the ticket and look at the numbers beside the Big Titty Girl and after I get to the Third number I can’t seem to breathe....4th number then the 5th and then the 6th and then the 7th
I am sitting there in some kind of shock...just looking at the numbers in the paper and then the numbers on the ticket back and forth over and over and over again.
Tony barged in from the kitchen and saw me sitting there...with this look....on my face..
He told me later I looked like I had just been kicked in nuts by a bald haired belly dancer..
He came out from behind the bar...and stood behind me...looking at the small pink slip of paper in my hand and the page of the paper...
‘Holy SHIT man....you got all 7 numbers!’
I couldn’t speak...I couldn’t think...things like this don’t happen to me...
Tony clapped me on the shoulder...and then turned around and locked the front door.
‘Do you know how much you have won?’
I didn’t...
‘21 Million dollars...if yours is the only ticket.’
I was truly in shock, now...and Tony being Tony, put a bottle up on the bar...and not bothering to measure, poured me a drink...a drink that to this day has never ended, 4 years...of constant non-stop alcoholic inebriation.
I sat there for probably 3 hours...Tony kept the door closed until Noreen came in, at around 3, along with a crowd of antsy regulars. Leaving Noreen to watch the bar, Tony mercifully bundled me into his 32 Ford and drove me home.
He never said much on the drive, but I could tell he was thinking...
‘You are going to need some help’ he said ‘legal help, I will give you my lawyer’s..name,
he's on retainer. Just tell him what you want to do, and he'll sort it out.’
Stumbling up the 3 floors to my apartment...drunk as I had ever been at 3 in the afternoon and with the same 5 dollar bill and a ticket to an uncertain future...in my pocket...
I opened my door...flung my jacket and keys on the floor and collapsed on the couch and slept.
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KK Interviews Juan Star
1. What was it like telling family and friends?
No one believed me...a couple just hung up when I told them.
It wasn’t till they heard my name on the radio, or saw the story on tv.
I was not sure I wanted to tell anyone anything, I mean who do you give to...and where do you draw the line? All of a sudden I find out I have 17 cousins I had never heard of, and now I have to decide if I want to give them some of this money..
I have enough they say..but I really don't know these people.
In the end, I gave to my immediate family...I don’t know if I need to give anything else to any-one, regardless of how much I won...it’s a bit unreal?
2. Why did you need to be inebriated ever since winning?
It’s been a happy time, a lot of celebrating, and in a lot of ways it’s taken the edge off...time seems to be just flying by...it’s changed somehow, before life was so slow and now every day seems to be going by so fast.
3. How did you decide how much to give to family and friends, charities?
I picked a number that I could understand, enough to make a difference. I have not given out more than 100,000 in total. I mean that’s like 3 years wages to me…
Not anymore of course, but before.
I have to keep this in some kind of context I can understand.
3. Did you change your political persuasion?
Politics I tended never to bother with much, so it never really changed me at all. Of course they try and lobby you and that’s all about money. I never could see paying $1500 a plate for dinner in a room with a bunch of people I would not normally like anyway.
5. Did it change your spiritual beliefs?
Hard as it is, my faith remains about the same...this could have happened to anyone...I am not special...just lucky.
I have learned the very real odds against anyone winning are enormous, it will never happen to me again most likely.
I was lucky, that’s all...just lucky. I am so happy...now.
I just don’t have to worry as much, if at all..I mean I worry,
but about different things now...
6. Do you hide your wealth from people you meet?
It’s pretty hard to hide the car I drive now..I love my Ferrari,
but sometimes it’s a bit of a hinderance..I still have a pick-up truck which I use most days. Some-days though, I just love to drive my car, it’s not showing off..it’s just enjoying what I have.
I don’t feel as guilty as I did at first...like I did something wrong..all I did was buy a ticket.
If people know, they know, if they don’t I don’t tell them. Where I live now and what I do, sort of speak for me.
Women are a bit of a problem..a nice problem, but a problem none the less. I have to be super careful. It’s all very new now..
In a year or so we will see what happens.
7. You must be tempted to have a lot of women, lol - has your view on what you want from a woman changed?
I don’t think what I want has changed..but it’s funny to see how the women around me have changed. There are some beautiful mercenary women out there. They line you up like a rubber duck and then knock you down leaving with what they wanted in the first place - money.
As for being tempted I am only human..I am single and temptation is indicating an attempt to resist...I have indulged myself a bit, had some fun and will continue to, but all the time it’s in the back of my mind…be careful!!
8. Your faith - do you believe in God, or is 'lucky' a part of a more Buddhist ideology?
I believe in God, but I don't think he had much to do with my win
Buddhist...that’s like Karma and stuff right? Not really sure..
I would like to think I was a good guy and I deserved this..but the truth is..I am just like everyone else. One day I bought a ticket and this is the result. You would not have wanted to talk to me before I won..and that’s kind of how I classify people. The people I knew before the money and all the people I knew after.
The people I really like, and really trust are the people I knew before. Everyone I meet after, has a question mark and a dollar sign.
It can make you a bit paranoid about people.
9. What insights into the nature of wealth have been the most surprising to you?
Wealth...can be exhausting. Money does not buy you one second more of time in a day, and the days seem to go so fast now. I am surprised how relaxed I am at times, the complete and utter lack of concern.
Nothing seems to touch me, anymore. I have been forced to renegotiate my place in the world. I can be pretty much anywhere and buy pretty much anything...and that’s fun...but what I crave most are things you can't buy.
Love..and acceptance. People will do pretty much anything I want as long as I have the money to pay them.
As time goes on…what I want the most is things you can’t buy, odd huh?
10. Is your Ferrari red?
Yes..I thought about it...but in the end Ferrari's are RED..
Even though there are lots of other colours...it’s a toy
and I wanted the red one.
KK interviews Juan Star, Digging a Bit Deeper.
1. I guess you must have thought some about what 'luck' is...? Have you come to
any insights?
It would be great to be able to say I always knew this was going to happen but the truth is I had no idea not an inkling..there is a saying.."Chance favours the prepared mind" but in this case there was no preparation just a random decision
like atoms or electrons...and oh by the way here's 21 million dollars!
Luck...I think it's just being open and optimistic to the possibility..holding out your hands, not because you are sure something is going to fall into them, but because if you don't have open hands you will miss it.
I have thought about that one day, every single day, for the last 4 years.
And there was nothing special, no hint, no warning, of what was about to happen.
2. If you believe in God, but see your win as an act separate from Him, do you believe He doesn't involve Himself in our affairs?
I don't think he has time to look in on all of our minor affairs, he has a Universe to run after all..I mean I am open to the idea of God, but I see little evidence of his
presence in our daily world. I can think of a lot of people who are more deserving of this than me, Mother Theresa for instance...God has a lot on his plate..
Do you want a drink? I am going to open another bottle of Champagne, it really
does take the edge off an afternoon..I will have some one drive you home...
Come on have a drink with me, it can't all be about religion and philosophy...
Orange Juice and Champagne, nectar of the Gods!
3. Can you imagine reasons, outcomes, that God might have had if He did have a hand in your win?
Could have been the third grade..there was this kid, Andy Carp and his brother Clement, they made my life a living hell..throwing rocks at me on the way home,
tearing up my school books. I was always a shy kid, and I guess they just decided I was weak as well, because they sure made my life a misery.
Maybe God was making up for that...or maybe he was apologizing
for Anna, the girl I loved who rejected me..or a million other things, that went wrong
in my life..I don't know, but I feel like it was all worth now.I would not change anything, even if I could...EASY to say now, of course...
4. About the problem with women, is it easier or harder to read if they are mercenary or not?
It's good Champagne right? Bollingers...I tried Dom, and Veuv Cliquot, and Bolly's
mixes best with orange juice...sometimes I get crazy and use pineapple juice..
Well, nothing personal, take a look around at the world...I don't move in the circles where the real sharks swim...but I am not what you call model material I have no illusions.
I think I have been pretty lucky, there was a girl I met in Vegas, said she was a teacher...turned out to be a teacher turned hooker...but that's pretty standard I suppose. It was a great weekend, I got my first ride in a private jet.
Steve Winn flew me from Vegas to Calgary, it was a hoot!
People are hard to read, and I don't always care to try...because sooner or later, the truth comes out. With women I can blind myself a bit, because I like their company, and want them around me, but if it's always about purchasing things
or going places..well that's pretty obvious...I like to just hang out at home sometimes, you know...
5. Have you devised a strategy to expose their true intentions?
They already know what my intention is, LOL. No, not really...but if I am driving my Ferrari, I tend to get a certain amount of attention from some women.
Plenty more just ignore me of course, looking down on me for some reason..
Penis cars, they call them, there goes the man in his big red Ferrari and his tiny little dick, that sort of thing.
I don't really waste my time or energy trying to unmask people's intentions, they will show you who they are pretty much right away...
'Buy me drink' some will say right up front...
and then others..it's buy me a bottle, but the operative word is 'buy me'. They don't wait for me to offer, they pretty much demand what they want....I may or may not...depends on my mood.
It can end right there, politely make a dash for the exit...I had to run once from
a Bar in Montana...a set of twins with bad intentions, for a while there, I thought there was going to be no escape!
6. Its often said that wealth is empty, do you subscribe to this idea?
No, I don't. I think it may very well be a reflection of who we are, if people say wealth is empty, it may be a reflection of their spiritual development.
I have a friend in Spruce Grove Alberta, worth over 100 million dollars, owns Silver Tip Lumber, and a bunch of rental properties..
He was my first true Millionaire friend, he showed me what money can do..
He has a house full of 100 cars, and all things that you can buy...but he is sad,
depressed even. I have 20 million and six cars and I am truly happy..
He has more money, and more stuff, but less joy...
I think I was full before I had the money, and the money just made me more..of...something...
No one can tell Damian he is wrong, he has the money and the power to affect every little detail of someone's life...
We all flew down to my house in Jamaica, and had a wonderful holiday.
(He tried to buy it from me, of course, he always does)
Holly and Jimmy...his kids, maybe they would be the better ones to ask, they have grown up with wealth, never known want. If wealth is empty, they would know it...
7. Those things money can't buy, do you think you will find them?
Of course I will, and I do daily, talking to people like you keeps me grounded.
I move around the world in many different disguises...I don't always walk in to
a room with my wallet out...
I go to places that provide peace, and the people I usually meet in these places
remind me of who I really am...Money can make you feel invincible for a while, but you are not. It can make you think you have a right to some things because you can buy them, but you really don't.
I can't remember the last time someone bought me a drink....
Would you like to stay for dinner?
I've seen other people on tv talking about their lucky numbers or their system or their kids birthdays but for me there was no such thing...no forethought, no planning on what to do..
Like nearly everything else in my life, it was just a happy accident... a blessing or a curse, depending on who you believe.
I spent that last weekend just like I had a thousand or more before, Friday night at Doc's Bar & Grill drinking and smoking outside on the Patio, with the dealers, bikers and the hookers.
The pungent smell of the joints they rolled on the patio tables, wafting through the night air as the traffic rolled by…kids racing between the lights...and people just cruising, enjoying the warmth of an early May evening.
Tony was behind the bar busting peoples chops as usual…his latest girlfriend, a scrawny Asian girl sipping on Tony's gin and frowning at the chaos around the bar. It was Friday and when Tony saw me walk in he popped a couple of Buds, placing one on the counter in front of me and the other on ice behind the bar.
‘Happy Hour's over’ he said ‘you having a steak sandwich? Medium rare right?’
I nodded and Tony took the short walk to the door between the kitchen and the bar and yelled ‘NOREEN.....NOREEN....order in!’
Noreen was never in the kitchen, preferring to stand at the back door in the alley, smoking and talking to her latest boyfriend or dealer...usually one and the same, a lean scruffy leather-clad youth draped over a black Harley Davidson Sportster.
I sat there and scoped out the women as I ate, and apart from Dena, blonde, drunk and loud as usual, there was nothing there that wasn't going to cost me 50 bucks...and a lifetime of worry over the clap or aids, or some damn thing.
I sat there and drank my beers, ate my food...sitting on a wallet with 45 dollars and a secret in it.
Now when I think back to that guy....not the guy I am now, but that guy...the one who never seemed quite able to organize his life, weekend boozer, always behind on at least one bill, sometimes employed but mostly not...I look back and laugh, and wonder that was yesterday...T minus One.
I woke up on Saturday around noon...got up and started collecting the piles of dirty clothes on my floor...3 black bags full I trundled down the 3 flights of stairs to the parking lot...and piled them on to the back seat of my Jeep.
May is a brilliant time of year in Alberta. Warm spring air, the trees...spring forth buds, the grass slowly greens and with a high yellow sun and a prairie blue sky.
Cruising down the back alley, I hop the couple of blocks behind the IGA and the Post Office and wind up in front of SOAPTIME my favorite laundromat, right across the road from Docs Bar and Grill coincidentally. Dumping the 3 bags on the counter the Chinese couple smile, and weigh the contents of my laziness...$25 dollars...6 0clock.... From a single man’s point of view, all my sheets, towels, shirts, socks and pants…washed, folded and bagged....for 25 bucks, a good deal.
My chores done for the day, I check out Doc's parking lot, and see Tony's 32 Ford, and a couple of cars left over from the night before. Leaving my Jeep at the laundromat I dodge the traffic and skip across the street...and go in for a breakfast beer.
The slot machines have people all ready perched on their chairs...feeding them Looney's all the while searching for Lucky 7's or 5 rows of Oranges and Cherries...
Gamblers, I thought...I will never understand them...
‘How was your night Tony?’
‘Not bad, Noreen closed up for me, so Shian and I could get off early,
but look at this place...she never cleaned any of the tables, typical. Bud...?’
‘Yes please’
Popping the beer on the counter, he passed me the Local Sun Newspaper.
‘Look at her’ he said, showing me the page 3 girl....
One of the millions of blonde, scantily clad girls that the media and the public seem to have an endless appetite for.
Without really wanting to, I started flipping through the pages, and looking at the pictures and scanning the headlines...Who's screwing who...Who died....Who's going to jail...standard Saturday escapist fare.
I sat there and drank my beer as the slot machines whirred and tinkled and the sound of the jukebox poured out the Northern Pikes across the bar.
I don't remember flipping back to the page with the numbers on it...I mean I must have, because I did, and a part of me must have recognized something...because...my hand dropped to my back pocket and hauled out the beat up black leather wallet now with only 5 dollars in it and a ticket.
I unfold the ticket and look at the numbers beside the Big Titty Girl and after I get to the Third number I can’t seem to breathe....4th number then the 5th and then the 6th and then the 7th
I am sitting there in some kind of shock...just looking at the numbers in the paper and then the numbers on the ticket back and forth over and over and over again.
Tony barged in from the kitchen and saw me sitting there...with this look....on my face..
He told me later I looked like I had just been kicked in nuts by a bald haired belly dancer..
He came out from behind the bar...and stood behind me...looking at the small pink slip of paper in my hand and the page of the paper...
‘Holy SHIT man....you got all 7 numbers!’
I couldn’t speak...I couldn’t think...things like this don’t happen to me...
Tony clapped me on the shoulder...and then turned around and locked the front door.
‘Do you know how much you have won?’
I didn’t...
‘21 Million dollars...if yours is the only ticket.’
I was truly in shock, now...and Tony being Tony, put a bottle up on the bar...and not bothering to measure, poured me a drink...a drink that to this day has never ended, 4 years...of constant non-stop alcoholic inebriation.
I sat there for probably 3 hours...Tony kept the door closed until Noreen came in, at around 3, along with a crowd of antsy regulars. Leaving Noreen to watch the bar, Tony mercifully bundled me into his 32 Ford and drove me home.
He never said much on the drive, but I could tell he was thinking...
‘You are going to need some help’ he said ‘legal help, I will give you my lawyer’s..name,
he's on retainer. Just tell him what you want to do, and he'll sort it out.’
Stumbling up the 3 floors to my apartment...drunk as I had ever been at 3 in the afternoon and with the same 5 dollar bill and a ticket to an uncertain future...in my pocket...
I opened my door...flung my jacket and keys on the floor and collapsed on the couch and slept.
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KK Interviews Juan Star
1. What was it like telling family and friends?
No one believed me...a couple just hung up when I told them.
It wasn’t till they heard my name on the radio, or saw the story on tv.
I was not sure I wanted to tell anyone anything, I mean who do you give to...and where do you draw the line? All of a sudden I find out I have 17 cousins I had never heard of, and now I have to decide if I want to give them some of this money..
I have enough they say..but I really don't know these people.
In the end, I gave to my immediate family...I don’t know if I need to give anything else to any-one, regardless of how much I won...it’s a bit unreal?
2. Why did you need to be inebriated ever since winning?
It’s been a happy time, a lot of celebrating, and in a lot of ways it’s taken the edge off...time seems to be just flying by...it’s changed somehow, before life was so slow and now every day seems to be going by so fast.
3. How did you decide how much to give to family and friends, charities?
I picked a number that I could understand, enough to make a difference. I have not given out more than 100,000 in total. I mean that’s like 3 years wages to me…
Not anymore of course, but before.
I have to keep this in some kind of context I can understand.
3. Did you change your political persuasion?
Politics I tended never to bother with much, so it never really changed me at all. Of course they try and lobby you and that’s all about money. I never could see paying $1500 a plate for dinner in a room with a bunch of people I would not normally like anyway.
5. Did it change your spiritual beliefs?
Hard as it is, my faith remains about the same...this could have happened to anyone...I am not special...just lucky.
I have learned the very real odds against anyone winning are enormous, it will never happen to me again most likely.
I was lucky, that’s all...just lucky. I am so happy...now.
I just don’t have to worry as much, if at all..I mean I worry,
but about different things now...
6. Do you hide your wealth from people you meet?
It’s pretty hard to hide the car I drive now..I love my Ferrari,
but sometimes it’s a bit of a hinderance..I still have a pick-up truck which I use most days. Some-days though, I just love to drive my car, it’s not showing off..it’s just enjoying what I have.
I don’t feel as guilty as I did at first...like I did something wrong..all I did was buy a ticket.
If people know, they know, if they don’t I don’t tell them. Where I live now and what I do, sort of speak for me.
Women are a bit of a problem..a nice problem, but a problem none the less. I have to be super careful. It’s all very new now..
In a year or so we will see what happens.
7. You must be tempted to have a lot of women, lol - has your view on what you want from a woman changed?
I don’t think what I want has changed..but it’s funny to see how the women around me have changed. There are some beautiful mercenary women out there. They line you up like a rubber duck and then knock you down leaving with what they wanted in the first place - money.
As for being tempted I am only human..I am single and temptation is indicating an attempt to resist...I have indulged myself a bit, had some fun and will continue to, but all the time it’s in the back of my mind…be careful!!
8. Your faith - do you believe in God, or is 'lucky' a part of a more Buddhist ideology?
I believe in God, but I don't think he had much to do with my win
Buddhist...that’s like Karma and stuff right? Not really sure..
I would like to think I was a good guy and I deserved this..but the truth is..I am just like everyone else. One day I bought a ticket and this is the result. You would not have wanted to talk to me before I won..and that’s kind of how I classify people. The people I knew before the money and all the people I knew after.
The people I really like, and really trust are the people I knew before. Everyone I meet after, has a question mark and a dollar sign.
It can make you a bit paranoid about people.
9. What insights into the nature of wealth have been the most surprising to you?
Wealth...can be exhausting. Money does not buy you one second more of time in a day, and the days seem to go so fast now. I am surprised how relaxed I am at times, the complete and utter lack of concern.
Nothing seems to touch me, anymore. I have been forced to renegotiate my place in the world. I can be pretty much anywhere and buy pretty much anything...and that’s fun...but what I crave most are things you can't buy.
Love..and acceptance. People will do pretty much anything I want as long as I have the money to pay them.
As time goes on…what I want the most is things you can’t buy, odd huh?
10. Is your Ferrari red?
Yes..I thought about it...but in the end Ferrari's are RED..
Even though there are lots of other colours...it’s a toy
and I wanted the red one.
KK interviews Juan Star, Digging a Bit Deeper.
1. I guess you must have thought some about what 'luck' is...? Have you come to
any insights?
It would be great to be able to say I always knew this was going to happen but the truth is I had no idea not an inkling..there is a saying.."Chance favours the prepared mind" but in this case there was no preparation just a random decision
like atoms or electrons...and oh by the way here's 21 million dollars!
Luck...I think it's just being open and optimistic to the possibility..holding out your hands, not because you are sure something is going to fall into them, but because if you don't have open hands you will miss it.
I have thought about that one day, every single day, for the last 4 years.
And there was nothing special, no hint, no warning, of what was about to happen.
2. If you believe in God, but see your win as an act separate from Him, do you believe He doesn't involve Himself in our affairs?
I don't think he has time to look in on all of our minor affairs, he has a Universe to run after all..I mean I am open to the idea of God, but I see little evidence of his
presence in our daily world. I can think of a lot of people who are more deserving of this than me, Mother Theresa for instance...God has a lot on his plate..
Do you want a drink? I am going to open another bottle of Champagne, it really
does take the edge off an afternoon..I will have some one drive you home...
Come on have a drink with me, it can't all be about religion and philosophy...
Orange Juice and Champagne, nectar of the Gods!
3. Can you imagine reasons, outcomes, that God might have had if He did have a hand in your win?
Could have been the third grade..there was this kid, Andy Carp and his brother Clement, they made my life a living hell..throwing rocks at me on the way home,
tearing up my school books. I was always a shy kid, and I guess they just decided I was weak as well, because they sure made my life a misery.
Maybe God was making up for that...or maybe he was apologizing
for Anna, the girl I loved who rejected me..or a million other things, that went wrong
in my life..I don't know, but I feel like it was all worth now.I would not change anything, even if I could...EASY to say now, of course...
4. About the problem with women, is it easier or harder to read if they are mercenary or not?
It's good Champagne right? Bollingers...I tried Dom, and Veuv Cliquot, and Bolly's
mixes best with orange juice...sometimes I get crazy and use pineapple juice..
Well, nothing personal, take a look around at the world...I don't move in the circles where the real sharks swim...but I am not what you call model material I have no illusions.
I think I have been pretty lucky, there was a girl I met in Vegas, said she was a teacher...turned out to be a teacher turned hooker...but that's pretty standard I suppose. It was a great weekend, I got my first ride in a private jet.
Steve Winn flew me from Vegas to Calgary, it was a hoot!
People are hard to read, and I don't always care to try...because sooner or later, the truth comes out. With women I can blind myself a bit, because I like their company, and want them around me, but if it's always about purchasing things
or going places..well that's pretty obvious...I like to just hang out at home sometimes, you know...
5. Have you devised a strategy to expose their true intentions?
They already know what my intention is, LOL. No, not really...but if I am driving my Ferrari, I tend to get a certain amount of attention from some women.
Plenty more just ignore me of course, looking down on me for some reason..
Penis cars, they call them, there goes the man in his big red Ferrari and his tiny little dick, that sort of thing.
I don't really waste my time or energy trying to unmask people's intentions, they will show you who they are pretty much right away...
'Buy me drink' some will say right up front...
and then others..it's buy me a bottle, but the operative word is 'buy me'. They don't wait for me to offer, they pretty much demand what they want....I may or may not...depends on my mood.
It can end right there, politely make a dash for the exit...I had to run once from
a Bar in Montana...a set of twins with bad intentions, for a while there, I thought there was going to be no escape!
6. Its often said that wealth is empty, do you subscribe to this idea?
No, I don't. I think it may very well be a reflection of who we are, if people say wealth is empty, it may be a reflection of their spiritual development.
I have a friend in Spruce Grove Alberta, worth over 100 million dollars, owns Silver Tip Lumber, and a bunch of rental properties..
He was my first true Millionaire friend, he showed me what money can do..
He has a house full of 100 cars, and all things that you can buy...but he is sad,
depressed even. I have 20 million and six cars and I am truly happy..
He has more money, and more stuff, but less joy...
I think I was full before I had the money, and the money just made me more..of...something...
No one can tell Damian he is wrong, he has the money and the power to affect every little detail of someone's life...
We all flew down to my house in Jamaica, and had a wonderful holiday.
(He tried to buy it from me, of course, he always does)
Holly and Jimmy...his kids, maybe they would be the better ones to ask, they have grown up with wealth, never known want. If wealth is empty, they would know it...
7. Those things money can't buy, do you think you will find them?
Of course I will, and I do daily, talking to people like you keeps me grounded.
I move around the world in many different disguises...I don't always walk in to
a room with my wallet out...
I go to places that provide peace, and the people I usually meet in these places
remind me of who I really am...Money can make you feel invincible for a while, but you are not. It can make you think you have a right to some things because you can buy them, but you really don't.
I can't remember the last time someone bought me a drink....
Would you like to stay for dinner?
2 comments:
That actually works really well..thanks for changing the names..
"Damian is a good person"
ooops .. computer messed up my comment. Anyhow, he was one of my fave posters when i had an account on LoP (have since left). I knew, just knew knew knew that good things can happen to good people. Yay and much more happiness to you from Fritzy Ritz!
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