Okay, when we left
you last month I was a little over two thirds of a million dollars up in the game,
less the cost of one used Subaru Impreza and various fuel supplies. All cash, all under the table money. Wasn’t much worried about the tax man coming
for me since they would have to PROVE a case and ain’t nobody in the whole
organization equipped to believe I got a magic bag of coal from a failed
attempt to rob Santa Claus.
my January research, I was lucky to have made my big money plays first. As I look back on this shit as it happened, I
probably should have called that good enough and invested what I had made and
lived nicely for the rest of forever. I
knew that I would hear from the transportation museums in three and six months
respectively and those drives would become residual income. They were privately buying fuel-grade
anthracite that I couldn’t sell to industry for the reasons that the initial and continued shift from coal
was a cost and transportabili…
This is as much
for me as it is for you…
Given family history, a period of undiagnosed depression and
a healthy/unhealthy fondness for fermented beverages, I am full aware that my
mind will one day begin to slip.
I was reading some articles a few years ago that explained
the connection of creative activities
(writing, art, etc…) and the slowing of the process.
Knowing what I
know at 38 and of sound mind to think of it, I intend to stretch this process
for as long as I physically can. As long
as I have my eyesight and my hands can perform the action of typing, I am going
to keep writing. Even if I don’t make a
dime doing it, the value gained from preserving my future for as long as I can
makes it worth it.
I know I can’t
realistically expect my audience to be my forever audience, and as a middle child I am more than adjusted to this.
Given the information taken from the above links, I am of the mind that
continuing to create – and the ability…