Budlight & A Bag Of Pork Rinds

I just want to share with ya'll for a bit. Hills and valleys are way too prevelant in the daily grind we all call life. I would much rather grab a bag of pork rinds and a case of budlight and get on the lake to fish. Unfortunately we have to punch a clock to earn a living. I am truly grateful, but would the same thing happen at 6:00am when the alarm goes off it I hit the lottery? Probably not. Or would it? I don't know, but I am more of a realist. What do we all truly need to be happy? After I got the nice home that I desire, with the movie theater (equipped with MI seats of course), a drop top camaro, ferrari, hummer (before they go out of bizness), my mother and fathers' wants and desires and pay my credit cards off; what is there? Oh, siblings, give them some hush money and hope that they are responsible enough to manage it...lol. Then, there are the many charities that I would donate to. All the Jerry's kids on the commercials and the sick looking animals would get their cut of course. After all that what is left to do? You can only blow so much money on scantily clad women in various gentlemen's clubs or at the gambling tables in Vegas. I said all that to say this. I just want to be happy and have enough to live off and still be able to buy a couple of beers, a bag of pork rinds and go fishing. Cuz that is what I am going to do if I am rich or poor. It just takes some people longer to figure that out..

Chet Brown