If I had a million dollars

I was having a conversation with some friends the other night about what extravagancies we would splurge on if we won a million dollars. Some people had noble ideas like donating the majority to Habitat for Humanity or Doctors Without Borders (it should be noted I think those people are full of shit - they would be on a world cruise so fast your head would spin), others suggested helping out family members with mortgages/loans and some were absolutely homest and said they would buy an obscenely ridiculous car and go on lavish holidays. In pondering what I would honestly do with a sudden windfall I have come to a conclusion, which lead to everyone else in the room coming to an entirely different conclusion about me.

My conclusion:
It did not take me long to decide that in all seriousness, I would give my winnings to Jeffrey Remedios in exchange for a seat on the bus for the next tour. There are deeper issues there that I am not going to get into now (another post for another day) that made me choose this, but let's just say that some people dream of running away to join the circus, I dream of running away to join a band. Well, not a band, the band. There's a difference.

Their conclusion:
I am crazy.

Seriously? Who would not want to share this stage?





Did I mention I play a mean bell tree?