So now, finally, it's all gone.
In the video below, which I filmed back just about when my gold stack was at its height, I display those glittering days of yore. Of course, all that gold was sold off for more stacks of hundred dollar bills and I lived off that for years.
Through all my years here in Sebring: Through The Painting the Town sessions with Ric, through all The Trips, Parks and Cruises, through all The Crazy Covid mess, through all The Lawsuits, through the failed attempts to haltingly get back into the workforce: The Golden Orange Huluigans, The One Day Madhouse, The Homebased Ringy Dingys, The Madison Avenue Lab Rat, and The Costanza Situation. The stack sustained me throughout it all. There was even The Lone, Then Risen, Then Gone Again Kruggy as the last representative of the clinking part of the stack that endured so long.
But it was my foldables that held out the longest...until a few hours ago when I handed the last of them them to a bank teller. Yes, that means they're still in my checking account, but they'll soon go the way of all their brethren before them and be spent on silly things like electricity, lot rent and paying (at least the select) credit card bills.
“Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. There is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of its filling a vacuum, it makes one.” —Benjamin Franklin
"Well Benji, that may be your opinion, but not having it sure doesn't make me feel better either, so, either way, if I had my dothers, if you don't mind, I think I'd be a fuck of a lot happier with it, than without." —Me