however a rich person might be—
I could be a butler.
THEY HAVE THEIR INVESTMENTS
THEIR ACCUMEN
THEIR INSIGHT
THEIR WILL TO SUCCEED
IN THE MARKETPLACE OF FORTUNE/FORBES 500
WORKING LONG HARD HOURS FOR ALL THAT MONEY
AT THE FINANCE HEADQUARTERS
AND IN THE OFFICES THAT THEY SET UP THEMSELVES
—WITH FULL INTENTIONS—
THEY MUST REALLY LIKE IT A LOT
(THE WORK+STYLE OF THE EXPENSIVE OFFICES
THAT WERE DESIGNED FOR MAXIMUM IMPRESSIONS)
THIS DECORATION AND ITS MEANING
IS WAY BEYOND PLANTS, WINDOWS, ARTWORKS, AND GRAND PIANOS—
IT'S MORE THAN MARBLE—
IT'S SO COOL IT'S SURPRISING.
THAT MY HOSTS WERE SO NICE AND COOL AWS SURPRISING
AFTER WORKING SO HARD FOR THE MONEY—
THE FAMILY WHO FLIES IN SA HELICOPTER
THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER INTERESTING RICH PEOPLE
IN THE SAME BUILDING(S) AND FROM WHAT I CAN TELL,
THEY ARE REALLY INCREDIBLE FOR SO MANY REASONS
AND THEY LEAD TRULY AMAZING LIVES AND
HAVE SOME AMAZING SENSORY EXPERIENCES
AND THEY CAN TAKE AMAZING RISKS AMD CHANCES
AND LIVE THEIR LIVES AT A REALLY HIGH LEVEL
AND THEY EXIST AT THE CUTTING EDGE OF WHAT
KINDS OF COOL AND EXCITING THINGS ARE POSSIBLE
FOR A HUMAN BEING
I was a fly on the wall and I felt like a shrimp.
my clothes were simple and cheap and looked nice enough—
but everyonr could tell that I had no talent or skills,
jack shit with money and investiments—
MY SPARKLING TOWER WAS DOWN IN A HOLE
IN THE MASTURBATION FANTASIES IN MY MIND—
I could only ever feel that euphoria with drugs—
and everyone knew how out of touch I was—
but they were really nice and we were having a great time.
WHEN THEY TOOK OUT A HUGE SHRIMP COCKTAIL PLATTER
AND PROPOSED A TOAST TO THE INVESTMENT PARTNERS
I was over the moon.
I felt like I wanted to be a butler for them but I was just a person—
WHY I WAS AT THE GALA I CANNOT SAY—
but it had nothing to do wiht
being a doorman,
an elevator person,
a provider of security at hamptons banquets,
as a client,
or as an artist working on his/her commissions—
NOPE
I was there for the view
I was there for the friendships
and because some people at the party liked me
and wanted me there for some reason—
1500 FEET IN THE AIR
WITH SOME OF TH E COOLEST MOST AMAZING INDIVIDUALS
ON A LUXURY SKYSCRAPER WINDING STAIRCASE
(WITH A WORKIMG FIREPLACE) OVER MANHATTAN.
IT WAS SICK
I WAS INTO SOIMETHING SPECIAL
(432 PARK AVE)