I was standing in line today at the Suprette. Is that even a word anymore? Superette? No, nowadays it’s called a convenience store. No, actually now it’s just 7-11, Cumbies or Store 24 here in New England. Who the hell knows what it is in the Midwest or West Coast.
And I look behind the large protective glass case that contains all the lottery tickets. And I say to the clerk as she rings me up:
me: I so want to win, but I never play; I mean I never buy any tickets yanno
clerk: me too, I think about it, see’ em all day but never buy ’em
me: It’s always some tooth-less old man livin’ in a double-wide trailer that wins like the big two-million jackpot
clerk: I know right LOL
me: and he’s always like only 2 years away from death and has no relatives
clerk: it’s so true
me: I wonder who gets the money after that?
clerk: how bout it
me: what’s wrong with me, the poor bastard, I should be happy for him, now he can buy false teeth and shit
clerk: but he won’t though, he’ll probably just get a huge plasma TV and watch porno all day
me: and upgrade to a triple-wide trailer
(we both laugh)
I don’t buy scratch tickets. My first fiancé E, was an economics and philosophy major. We purchased 2 shares of BRK-B together. (Hey, we were only in our twenties and that’s all we could afford) He was an individual investor and forced me to read “Investment Biker: Around the World with Jim Rogers”, study Warren Buffet. Then E forced me up late nights teaching me about the market. If I hadn’t been in love with him, I would have choked him to death it was so fucking dry and boring. But E taught me the importance of being a long-term share holder. Spending money on scratch tickets would have gotten me choked to death. When I broke off our engagement in 98′ E offered me my share of the BRK-B, but out of animosity I declined. I considered it blood assets, so I stood on my lofty moral principle. I wonder if I would still make the same choice today… Nevertheless, the stock has done so well, my decision…it just stings a bit. LOL.