A golf tournament in Hawaii

Kona’s keeping me posted. The dude to the right of him just won a million bucks. He won a million bucks by hitting a little ball with a stick.

I could do that.

I mean, I could do that, just not for a million bucks.

I wouldn’t even be playing golf. I’d just be hitting a ball with a stick.

I’d be hitting the little ball (not the dog) for nothing.

So why does that guy get a million bucks and I get nothing?

Because he’s the Champion golfer.

So this guy wins a million bucks.

I’m happy for him.

Am I happy for him? Fuck no. I don’t know him. I know nothing about him. Only that he won this golf tournament. He’s the golfer. Do I have an opinion of these golfers?

Only one.

This guy

I fear nobody is gonna give me a million bucks

I need more exposure. For example: say I know a million people personally. Odds are one of those million would be able and willing to give me a million bucks.

Unfortunately, I don’t know a million people personally.

I know maybe 58 people personally.

I’m guessing. Maybe I know 107 people personally. Or even 168 people. I actually have no idea how many people I know personally. Maybe I know way more people personally than I think I know. But even if I wildly guess, it would be nowhere near a million. Or even a thousand.

I do know a few people–actually quite a few people–that have access to a million bucks. Now that I’m thinking about it. Most of the people I know are fairly well off. Any one of them could come up with a million bucks if their life depended on it. So theoretically, I could beg on my knees to all the people I know and it’s not beyond the realm of possiblity that one of them might be willing to hand me a million bucks.

Shit in one hand and wish in the other…

So what are my alternatives?

Nobody’s gonna give me a million bucks. So what are my alternatives? I don’t have any alternatives.

Actually I do.

I can live in a cardboard box.

That’s right.

I can live in a cardboard box.

That’s one alternative to somebody out there giving me a million bucks.

What are my other alternatives?

My other alternative

Currently I’m running out of money. Fast. I mean really fast. So with no money…once my money runs out…with no money, I can produce a cardboard box and live in it. The dumpster behind the Safeway has a wealth of cardboard boxes, free of charge….I’ll just snag one of those and I’m good.

I don’t need money. I’m good. I’m living in a cardboard box (see music video).

But what if I do not wish to end my failed life in a cardboard box? What if…

What if I wish to at least maintain my current state of existence? Indeed. What if I choose to improve my current state of existence?

Short of the miracle of a million dollars falling in my lap, I have one other alternative.

I could seek employment!

Some form of employment

There’s work out there. Even for an old dude like me.

I’ve decided to find some form of employment.

I’m serious about it.

No really. I’m really serious.

I’m so serious about it, I even got a haircut. That’s right.

A seeking-employment haircut.

Or me being true to myself:

Work…or Hustling?

I have not held a job type job in forty years. I don’t even remember what it was I did for wages. IF I think hard it’ll come to me. But why bother? I’ve been more or less self employed for most of my life. I worked for the polish dudes for twenty years. But that wasn’t really work. That was commission.

Commission is not work.

It’s Hustling.

So I go back to Hustling.

Because that’s all I’ve ever done.

Who’s working I know?

Shit. None of my friends are working. Who do I know that’s working? People out there are working but not of them are my close friends.

Okay. I’m done here.

Time to get out there and start Hustling.

Seventy years old.

A seventy year old Hustler.

Maybe I should join that Gal for a drink first….

Don’t be a wimp! Get out there. Make some silver!

Do better.

Make some real money.

That way I won’t be stuck with avocados and cheap wine.

No more wine in a box!