31st
Could you at least *pretend* Make It Rain?
Bad is so much more fun to write about than good, but I suppose I’ll have to take the good with the bad.
Nick has an idea about “cracking the stock market.” While that phrase doesn’t actually make any sense, the point is that he thinks this is possible and that with our powers combined we can do it. (Alternate ideas include selling solar panels to rural residents and using the surplus energy ourselves, or creating a type of Payday loan for people to pay parking tickets with.)
Since he has been doing many things I ask him to do lately (attending a Ben Folds concert, coming to multiple keg parties), I agreed to help him crack the stock market.
We started imagining how we’d spend all the money. I talked about buying a house with an entire wall made of glass, facing the ocean. He thought it would be great to be able to sit around all the time instead of going to work. He said he’d make sure his family was taken care of.
I said, “What about me?” And with his imaginary billion dollars, he did not even imaginarily buy me something awesome. He offerred to buy me brownies.
