Wanting Things


My possessions always seem to be worn down and worn out. The nicest thing I own is probably my grandmother’s 1963 Gibson Hummingbird, but even it has some scratches and dings. All my books are dog eared and marked up. I’m hard on stuff.

Mrs. Lott bought me a nice Louis Vuitton wallet a long time ago. It’s been chewed up by dogs, washed countless times, and twice run over by cars. There’s just no stopping entropy.

Stuff doesn’t matter much to me, I’d rather have the free time it takes to get the money for it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to have things. I’d love to have a new motorcycle or a nicer pair of boots. I’ve had my eye on a Smith & Wesson 686 revolver for months now.

Hell, I’ve wanted a 24K gold skull ring for years, it just never fits into the budget.

People who know us, know we’re big fans of Dave Ramsey’s Total Money Makeover. It’s a simple financial plan that gets you out of debt and builds wealth. But you have to stick to it. Sometimes it’s hard as hell to stay on target.

Getting out of debt was a lot easier than where we’re at right now. When you’re crawling out of the red, you have one goal: kill debt. It’s an easy enemy to hate, like the Nazis. When you start getting things in order and you’re building wealth, it gets tougher. Putting away 15% for retirement is brutal when you’re solidly middle class and you don’t want to cook at home again. For me, the biggest thrill of a restaurant is you don’t have to do the dishes.

I don’t doubt we will be in good shape in a few years. We dicked around for a long time and it’s catchup time. That means no cool pistols or old trucks or wild nights or anything fun. At least for the rest of 2016.

Thank god for Netflix and free weed.


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