09/11/2026
They say good luck comes around when you least expect it. Especially since we had a certified "Practitioner of Black Magic" that showed up at the Bar the other day.
This is what she said that we laughed off: "I place a plague upon your house and a rot upon your very soul! From this second forward, you will never know peace in your own establishment! May your hands shake every time you try to count a till, and may every dollar you make slide right through your fingers like water! I curse you to always hear the ringing of a phone that never answers, and to feel the sting of a thousand unseen eyes watching your every mistake! You will watch everything you build turn to dust, and you will remember MY face when it all comes crashing down around you!"
That didn't really both me, sounds pretty typical of being in this business.
Thank goodness I'm flush now!
A letter showed up this morning from Canada and I have officially become a millionaire without buying a single scratch-off.
Some attorney named Howard — Sarnia, Ontario, which I am told is a real place — has been searching the whole earth for heirs to a Mrs. Maria Leake. Stockbroker. Retired CPA. Died of Covid five years ago. Left a payable-on-death account in the amount of ten million, eight hundred thousand, and twenty dollars.
I have already asked Kathryn to measure the kitchen for a proper espresso machine and I may finally put a real roof on the single-wide. If anybody needs a short-term loan, form a line. I expect to be liquid by Halloween.
Thirty business days, he said.
I have waited longer for my General Wholesale order.