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Years ago I was acquainted with a guy (purposely vague) who was a recovering alcoholic. He was nice, but extremely intense. It was easy to see how he could take almost anything too far. He was one of those people who gets out of bed every morning, and just swings for the fences. If he’d been able to harnass it in a positive way, he’d be a trillionaire by now.But he’s not a trillionaire, he’s dead. He got deeply into buying lottery tickets, to the point (in my mind) of absolute insanity.
I rarely play the lottery in any capacity, and when I do it’s $2 or $3, or something like that. This guy was laying down a large percentage of his weekly pay on it. Crazy!And then he won $100,000. He acted like it was no big deal, and said he might buy some new living room furniture. But he claimed most of it would be going into the bank. “It’s just money,” he said, with a shrug.Yeah, he came completely off the rails.
I don’t know everything about it, but do know he started drinking again, and took his gambling up another notch. He was fired from his job, and was just spiraling down, down, down. In short order, maybe two months after the windfall, he was found dead in his apartment.Whenever I tell this story, people generally say, “Over a measly hundred grand?” Which is true. It’s a lot of money, but it’s not enough to be able to quit working, or anything of the sort. It could improve your quality of life, if you don’t spend it on a heart-stopping amount of booze or whatever. But it’s not like you’d become Richard Branson all of a sudden.Here’s how I’d spend my hypothetical $100,000 jackpot:Pay off all household debt, except for the mortgage.Do some minor home improvements and repairs.Go back to England for a week or ten days.
Drink beer in pubs, sight-see, and have fun.If there’s anything left, put ‘er in the bank and get back to the real world.And that’s almost exactly what would happen. I don’t have that wild-eyed swingin’ for the fences thing inside me. For better or worse. It would be fairly boring and sensible here at Chez Kay. I’m almost certain it wouldn’t lead to my death.Of course the guy I knew claimed he was just going to buy a couch and a chair, and bank the rest. So, who knows? Wonder if he believed that, or it was just something he offered up for public consumption?
I have a feeling he wanted it to be true, but knew deep down it wasn’t. The man ran wide-open.Yes, the current version of Jeff Kay would be sensible. But, if I’d won a hundred grand when I was 21 or 22, it would’ve likely led to big trouble. Like prison, perhaps. Or a desperate quest for a Larry Hagman snap-on liver, via the Asian underground.
Or something similar.What about you? How would you spend your hypothetical $100,000? How would the current version of you differ from the 21 year old version? Any difference? I know people who were pretty much fully-formed adults by that age.
I wasn’t one of them. Sweet sainted mother of Bake McBride! Is there any chance they’d find you dead within two months, as a direct result of receiving said funds? Please tell us about it in the comments.And I’m going to call it a day, my friends. Yesterday was my birthday, and I’m now so old I’m starting to panic. I think I’m eligible for a senior discount at Wendy’s at this point. And that’s troubling.
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I’ll probably be drinking coffee with dinner soon, and buying shirts with a wide elastic band at the bottom. Will somebody please hold me?A heads up for everyone, before I hit publish: our old friend Jason Headley wrote and directed a feature film called A Bad Idea Gone Wrong. It won some film festival awards, and is highly rated. It co-stars the actor who played Badger in Breaking Bad. The film is receiving a limited theatrical release this weekend.
But it’s also available today through Video On Demand from your cable company, and from iTunes, etc. I’m planning to watch it tonight.
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Jason is a super funny guy, and a fellow West Virginian. Perhaps you’ve seen some of his other work, like this little? Check out the movie, if you’re so inclined. I’m sincerely looking forward to it.And, it’s December 1. Christmas shopping is heating up Somewhere, probably. Please remember to pass through our Amazon links before you engage in holiday commerce this year. Just click through and shop like normal.
It’ll cost you nothing extra, and I’ll receive a small percentage of whatever you spend. It’s an easy and painless way to support the Surf Report. Thank you guys!Now, let’s hear how you’d spend your $100,000 scratch-off money. Use the comments section, so thoughtfully provided by our WordPress overlords.I’ll see you guys again on Monday.Have a great weekend!Support us by doing your shopping at! Thank you guys!.
Happy Birthday Jeff. Yeah, I thought I was old when I was your age. I’m 70 now and would kill to be that age again. Larry Hagman snap-on liver, via the Asian underground.
Really, I just pee’d a little. As I said I’m 70 years old so I had that covered. So to speak. If I won a hundred thousand dollars I would definitely take a vacation.
I haven’t had a real vacation in my entire adult life since 1967 when I was in the Army and had a few days in Hawaii on R&R. The first husband of 15 years took vacations for hunting and/or whoring trips and I was never invited. The second husband of 30 years just didn’t do stuff. I fantasize a lot about vacations. A trip to the coast and meals I didn’t have to cook would do.Tiff says. After fed/state taxes you would probably have $65K. Pay off your short term debt then take a Rhein river cruise, go to Scotland or Ireland, go to a Sandal’s all-inclusive on St.
Lucia.vacations without kids is a forever novelty.I reenlisted for an additional year in US Navy in 1968.got a bonus of $9800 tax-free. Bought a 1969 VW Karmann Ghia convertible (off white) for cash, pissed the rest away21 year old swabbie + money = poor decisions.
That sum had the current buying power of $64Kno regrets though, it turned out to be a fine carthe rest I don’t remember.The Qweezy Mark says. I’m kinda backwards to what I think most are.At 21 years old i would’ve horded it.
Any amount of money I earned over what we needed to live I horded. If at 21 I came into $100K it’d be in the bank.
That’s why I don’t have much left to my mortgage now. (See, all you old fuches say kids don’t listen, I listened.) I took every dollar we had and dumped it into the house. Now, if all else fails, I have a roof and walls to live within. So now if 34 year Icey (holy shit I’ve been reading Jeff’s crap for almost a decade.) gets $100,000 I’d go buck wild. First I’d clear out the rest of this house bill. And with the remaining most of the money: Buy a new truck, buy rad new bass guitar rig, and maybe MAYBE build a small actual studio in the back yard so I could stop calling this room in my house my “studio”. Then I’d bank the remaining fifteen dollars.chill says.
If you’re a farmer or a fisherman, you can still income average, as long as you are able to convince the IRS that you raised the Wilson from a seed or caught it whilst trolling. A nice four-year average would likely reduce your incremental tax burden to around 22%, assuming you’re making less than $150K per annum from other sources.
The whole revised income averaging rule actually sounds like a bad Bob Dylan lyric, assuming he’s still writing good ones, which is as likely as raising a Wilson from seed.Regards,John.Ginger says. I did win 100k on a scratch ticket about 15-20 years ago. At 21, my then-husband would have blown through it in about six weeks. I know this, as he inherited $35k (after taxes) from his mother when I was 24, and it lasted roughly three weeks. He got a new truck out of it. I got a pink dress, which I still remember vividly.
That’s right – one. Dress.At my current age, 30 years on, I would pay off mine and now-husband’s vehicles. The only other debt we have is the remainder of our mortgage, which I would NOT pay off since the interest is so low and (currently anyway) still tax-deductible. I would take an amazing European trip, then several smaller trips, and bank the rest for a rainy day.I live life on the edge, I tell ya!.Limey says.