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So, I've been thinking about the lottery... Again. I finally think I have broken down a list that covers almost everything I'd like to do, or at least everything I could see that would need to be done. So! Lets say I win 100 million dollars. I would take the lump some, I'm just that kind of person. After taxes had been taken out I would be left with roughly 75 Million dollars. Initially when thinking about how much money that really is I felt a bit overwhelmed! How could anyone find enough things that they legitimately wanted to be able spend it all! Well after a day on the internet i think i've found out how! #1: First off I'd divide the money up. I would take about 10 million dollars and divide it up among my family equally. I've always that about many as much more of something to be spent than something to be saved, unless of course you are saving it for the sake of spending it on something really good! I would like for my family to be responsible with this gift though, and I'd like to see that they never worry again about bills, vacations, or not being able to buy that shiny new gadget they've got their eye on! #2: I'd take 5 million dollars to spend over the next few years on things that I want to do, buy, or want to fund. I would then continue to buying a piece of property somewhere really nice, preferably cloudy and rainy, and then begin construction on the house of my dreams. I've always wanted a house of my very own, somewhere specifically designed to fit my lifestyle, and to be equipped with the tools and space to allow me to work on my projects. I would design a house that is predominantly modern, but still has hints of classic styles. I would then outfit the house with all of the tools I would need for my work. A top quality computer integrated into my home, a workshop (the bat cave) with all of the machines that i might find myself needing, a studio for my photography and video projects, and editing office and a design studio. #3: I'm very interested in travel, so my next goal would be to see as many places as I possibly can, without doing it all at once, I'd like to travel my whole life, and explore the world. I'm a photographer and an artist at heart, so I can imagine myself having projects all around the world, using the profits to give money to charity, and make the world a better place. I'd like to see all of the places that most people haven't. I want to photograph the tribes of the world, understand their cultures and learn about them as a people. I'd like to see endangered animals with my own eyes, maybe interact with them, and definitely photograph them.
#4: I in between traveling I would like to wok on film and story projects. I really love art and media so I would like to help musicians get their work out there, and help film makers make their ideas a reality, I would take 10 million dollars out of the remaining 60 and would put that towards starting a studio. This studio would be a project in the working, i would have a mass casting call looking for artists with extreme talent, over a huge array of genres and skillets. Choosing the best out of each skill set I would form a creating company that would work on everything from new products, to new music movies and video games. We would design things specifically for the consumer, and would request that they have an active voice throughout the whole process. #5: Now this one may seem a bit cliche, but I'd like to start a family in the middle of all this. Kids, a husband, the whole shebang! The kids will be outrageously smart, and whatever it is that they decide they love or want to do with their life I will help them find it and support it no matter what it is. And as for my husband, well I really just want him to love me, and for us to be happy together. #6: The rest of the 50 million dollars would be invested, preferably in tax leans. I'm not a big risk kind of guy, and I'd really like for my money to grow by helping people. This money would be considered the family estate. This would go to ensuring that no one I love has to worry about anything, and that my family for generations will have fun and rewarding, happy lives. & if you're interested in the short superficial list of things that I want here you go! #7: I want a Savannah cat... so bad. They're the most beautiful creatures in my mind and I just can't help but want one. #8: I'd have all the health/body stuff done. Not saying I want tones of face lifts or implants, but I have a broken nose and wouldn't mind having it put back the way it was. I'm also missing two of my teeth that I would like to have replaces. I would have my skin damage corrected and have anything threatening to my life corrected. I would hire a physical trainer, and a nutritionist and would have them teach me how to be the best I can be because I'd like to live a very long and happy fulfilling life. #9: theres tons of little techy things that I'd love to have, but I don't really see much point in listing them here. http://www.pinterest.com/shane0122/the-wish-list/ Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, it really got me thinking about what it is I want to accomplish during my life and I think that is a really good thing. I'm hoping that maybe it will get you guys thinking about what you want to do with your life, because we really do just have one terribly short human life and it's a shame that so much of us waste it not living!
(Mystery Men - 1999)
@themerrywhumpofmay
Roy ducked into the bathroom, flung on the cold tap and splashed water on his face. It stung. Lukewarm and stale. Blood dripped into the grimy porcelain sink. Roy drank from the faucet and spat out pink water. He caught sight of his reflection in the smudged mirror. The lightbulb above flickered and blinked. He touched his cheek and winced.
That would be a black eye tomorrow.
The lightbulb flickered out and the bathroom went dark.
“Ah, man.” Roy sighed, reached up, and unscrewed the dead bulb.
Bulb in hand, he pushed back out into the bar.
“Come on, Roy, chip in.” Eddie said as he counted cash out on the bar. Jeff was adding coins to the mix. The bartender was standing behind the bar, looming over them, arms crossed.
“What’s all this?” Roy slipped the dead bulb in his jacket pocket. He would tell the bartender about it in a minute.
Jeff looked back, nose crusted in blood. “We are paying the gentlemen for the damages done to his establishment in the scuffle.”
They happened to be walking by half an hour ago when they heard screaming coming from the bar. Turned out that five or so guys were robbing the place. Of course they had to step in. And it had gone the way it usually did. Badly.
But that’s what superheroes did. They tried.
“Damages?” Roy sidled up and stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket for his wallet. “What damages? We got the guys, didn’t we?”
“Well…” Eddie started and trailed off as the bartender strode around the bar.
“Broken window?” The bartender pointed to one of the large front windows, shattered glass lying all around on the floor.
Roy frowned. He was tired, and dizzy, and sat down on a barstool. “When did that even happen?”
“Two of them threw you through it, Roy.” Eddie supplied.
Roy nodded, then stopped, because his head hurt too much for that much movement. “Right, right.”
“Tables and chairs.” The bartender continued. HIs shouting was painfully loud.
A table or two leaned on broken legs and a few chairs lay in pieces.
Roy did remember falling into those. So did his back and ribs.
“And the upholstery!” The bartender pointed at one of the booths, the red leather pierced with several forks.
“That was him.” Roy pointed at Jeff. “He’s the fork guy.” “Thanks, Roy.” Jeff rolled his eyes and shoved his change across the bar. “Pay up already.”
Roy opened his sad, deflated wallet and pulled out his last few ones. “All I got.” And slapped it on the bar. “I’m going.”
And now he had no more money until payday. Great. Just great. He moved towards the door to the outside, limping a little. His knee was swollen and stiff.
The bartender blocked his path. “Uh-uh, oh no, look at this place. That isn’t nearly enough!”
Roy stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, one hand found the dead lightbulb. His fingers wrapped around it as the bartender continued to shout.
Roy nodded a little. “I understand. I can come back tomorrow and help clean-”
He was cut off. The bartender continued to point out every bit of damage, a finger jabbed into Roy’s sore shoulder.
Roy lowered his eyes. He grit his teeth. Breathe in. His head pounded. Breathe out. His heart raced. Felt the blood leave his face. He balled his hands into fists. Pushed past the guy.
Stumbled into the alleyway. Trying to breathe. Trying to stay standing.
Rouy staggered as far as he could go and leaned against the cool, brick wall.
Finally his ears stopped ringing. Someone was talking to him.
Roy looked up.
“Roy, you okay?”
Eddie and Jeff stood there, Eddie’s hand on his shoulder.
“We did break quite a lot of things, but he was quite unpleasant to you, Roy. Don’t let it get to you.” Jeff was trying to scratch away the blood from his nose.
Roy just focused on breathing.
“You’re not looking so hot.” Eddie sighed. “Are you hurt?”
“A bit.” Roy panted. “Maybe. Not really. No. I’m fine. I just- You know. Yelling. I’m fine. I think I’m gonna go-” He took his hands out of his jacket pockets.
“Jesus, Roy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Oh boy, do we need to get something on that. Jeff, you got any gauze left?”
“What’s wrong?” Roy blinked slowly.
Jeff did a double-take. “Oh my lord. I’m going to be-” He retched a little. “How did you do that?”
“What?” Roy was getting annoyed now.
“Your hand.” Eddie gripped his wrist. “Don’t touch anything.”
Roy looked down at his hand.
The lightbulb.
He had gripped it so hard that it burst. Exploding into his palm and fingers. His whole right hand was covered in blood and glass splinters. Funny. He couldn’t even feel it.
Blood pattered down onto the gravel of the alleyway. “Hospital.” Eddie ordered.
“Hospital.” Jeff gagged.
“Ah, man.” Roy fainted.