I found a case of money, more money than I ever saw before. I stopped counting and googled it. Apparently a regular briefcase like this one, can hold one million dollars. More if you stuff it. I'll just assume there's a million in there. I hid it at first, slept on it. Chained it up in my closet. I waited to see if anyone would come for it. Nobody did. When nobody came for me I took some more time. I had to make a plan. That's when I set it all in motion.

I left a hundred thousand for my family. I wouldn't ever be coming back. I don't hate them, I might even love them. But they've never brought me happiness, and I've never made them happy. With the money, at least they could do something nice. Pay off the house and go on a great vacation. I don't know, it wasn't really my concern anymore or ever. I drove my car to the dealership and traded it in. I didn't want police looking for it. Most people with a million dollars would get something fancy. Not me, I got a slightly used Chevy. A newer model, but still used. Even with all this money I'm thinking about the fact that a vehicle loses half it's value as soon as the odometer has a mile on it.

My plan now is to just drive. I don't know where I'm going. I don't really care. I just want to go somewhere that nobody knows who I am. Nobody can ask me for anything. I don't have to do anything but look after myself. I can be everything I want to be, anything I want to be. Nobody can tell me how to behave or who I can and can't be with.

People say money can't buy happiness, but I'm happy as fuck right now. Money might not buy happiness, but it can buy freedom. Freedom in turn, makes me happy. It would make most people happy. Not being dependent on going to work or waiting for a handout. Nobody can tell me anything now.


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