The Wealthiest Man In The World
By James McGaughey
I am a man that you can’t or will normally meet. I am in the wealthiest man in the world. Sure I got stocks, bonds, property too and I’m an eccentric as anyone you will ever see.
Oh my goodness I did hear, Sean P. Diddy will soon be hear. What is that did you say, Madonna is on the way? I certainly was surprised to hear Alec taking a bride. There is Howard and his lovely wife and I had to stop and greet them right. I was with Martin my dear friend and we were in such a terrible tear. I had to go and see a beautiful house down on fabulous Gin lane. With its massive big white gates where I was met and greeted by fate. Oh, Dear what was this I missed Mr. Floyd once again!
I will never forget the first time I missed Mr. Floyd and did not know who he was. I stopped at this house to visit and chat and was informed of who I missed. I was not familiar with the name and told of his fame. It puzzled and amazed me and I then researched his work. I was completely dumbfounded and then astounded by his work and what he had accomplished. I almost fell off the “Wall.”
I’ll never forget the time my wife and I saw Roy Scheider dance on by. It was such a public place and he rushed by in such a haze. I once went to see a Bridgehampton house that was once quite illicit. Where Notorious Biggie Smalls had quite a “Juicy” wild soiree. It was an “Islandin the Sky” and designed by Setsuo Ito. I’ve not been back there since as my journeys takes me elsewhere.
How I used to love to drive down Wyandanch lane. Where the London Plane trees gave such a view. Sometimes, I would go and visit my good friend the “Doc” and had many adventures there. My dear friend Jack lived upon Duck Pond lane and was certainly a bull of a man. Where I would almost always meet Sir Arthur, Fran or perhaps dear old Peter the great.
My Vehicle is quite nice, which I drive in great delight. It’s as big as I could get to hold the symphony and my bed. Twenty one and one feet long, just like a big old cloud up in the sky. A massive sturdy beast quite the testament of Henry Ford and his feats. Elegant and long with mirrors that fold and store. Chrome steps so I may get in and pull a house now, if I dare.
My “Green” car is sleek and shiny but it’s like a tiny, small tin can. The fuel mileage is quite high and I have to shift to make it drive. Sometimes it is quite cramped when the family all squeeze in. Thank goodness we don’t have a dog because I might forget and drag it along. It is quite exotic you should know and takes me wherever I want to go. It is from the land and time of the “Rising Sun” and was happily acquired by me.
My home I must admit is a testament to my hard work and fits. There are trophies abound and toys all around. I have heads hanging high, with a wild Turkey above my desk. A giant Cape Buffalo head that nearly fell on my bed. A testament of a man I know who people call “Bwana” and his name is also Jim. His daughter he once gave in wedded bliss and made me wealthy beyond my dreams!