day dreams and rock stars

lately, more like a few weeks ago, i thought that i was going to become a millionaire. i was going to win the $220 million powerball and be the envy of everyone around me. i began dreaming what i would do with the money. naturally, i would pay off all my loans, give a few million to mommy and daddy, spread a good layer of cash over my close friends, get a new car, new computer, actually buy all the cds i have burned over the past few years as well as any other one i would want, and have the best dvd collection ever. then came along the musical instruments. nothing too extravagent. just a taylor 314ce, a nice keyboard, fender jazzmaster, gibson sg, probably a mesa boogie 1x12 amp, a fender acoustic amp, a bass (even thought i just sold my old bass, my baby), and an ampeg 1x15 or something. then i could have all the time in the world to write music with the kind of equipment i want and become a rock star. but i dont want to be a rock star. at least not like those disgustingly famous tools we see on mtv and vh1 everyday. more like a small time rock star who has a good handful of loyal fans. maybe i didnt win 200+ million dollars because i would have become famous and then pull a kurt cobain or something, so really the almighty in his infinite wisdom was protecting. however, i, in all my infinite wisdom, think that i could deal with it and live a good life with that much cash in my bank accounts (plural because i would have to get a swiss account cause thats just what we rich folk do).

so, omnipotent one, i think that you should allow me to get that kind of cash. just leave it under my pillow for me. just like your sister used to whenever i lost a tooth.

then i could drink all the strawberry orange banana twister i could ever want. pure bliss.