If I suddenly had that much money all at once again I would fetch a one way flight to europe and buy up 10-20 of the asylum seekers as my slaves. I would promise them milk and honey. We would go east singing like a chain gang. With vulgarity, with flamenco, with sassafras in the key of onyx, gypsum, Iberian nectar.. we would sing of things to come and make our passage toward the rising sun for the promised land, the land of cotton and honey, the land of... Bulgaria! And we would live like kings, and they'd pick my cotton and look after my goats and be my all seeing eyes.
Aren't for sale anymore you say?? well.
I'd do something.. I'd save it! Anything other than spending it all at strip clubs and high end restaurants in Portland. God, so stupid.