“In the desert, the only God is a well.”
Everything is relative, hey. How much is a cup of water worth to you?
A loaf of bread?
I guess it depends if it's a time of famine or feast.
It's often the case people only realise they needed, enjoyed, loved, wanted something - when it's gone.
Who doesn't love a gamble? Horses, dogs, two flies crawling up a wall? I've gone for the craziest, obscene, disturbed bet.
I'm almost embarrassed to tell you about it...
I know some of you will think this is truly wrong. Sick.
Listen up. There's this really rich guy. I know it sounds ridiculous but I've become obsessed with this punt. He lives in a mansion. Aston Martin in the drive, luxury cars in the garage, homes around the world. Basically, he is a mega-rich, Bastard. I say that as a private joke because it makes him laugh. I'm all about making people smile. Let's face it, why the hell would I want to make someone sad? I am a profusion of positivity because I truly believe in giving we receive.
I have met some amazing people over these last few years. People who have made my life what it should be: happy, fulfilled, which allows me to dream and follow this beautiful path...
For many people, a gamble can be a road to destruction.
With running a number of websites, betting, the people I know and work I am lucky in so many ways. I certainly intend to be richer in the near future.
But back to my friend, The Rich B'
It's a ridiculous bet. It's about being rich. Who, in time, will be the richer?
Here's the bet...
I'm gambling that I can live at least one day longer than him.
Not your average bet. It makes it more interesting because he is ten years younger than me. So, in a kind of chronological way, he's an odds-on favourite.
He keeps fit, eats healthy, doesn't smoke and drinks little alcohol apart from the odd bottle of Dom Perignon Rose 1996. Well, he would, hey?
Basically, I'm doing everything I can to outlive this beast of a man. I'm almost killing myself to outlive him. I will live longer. (That's the gamble.)
Who knows who will go first. I'm not sitting here willing his demise. There's no hitman hiding in the bushes outside his Mayfair home. It's a good, old, gentleman's handshake of a bet. I wish the ''Bastard'' Well.
You know, if I can live just one day longer I will be the richest man on earth. At least richer than him.
How come, you may ask?
Becuase if you were days from death but could buy one extra day for all the money in the world.
What would you do?
So if I can live a long, healthy life...I will be a rich, rich man.