Lousy at being rich...

In the early 2000's I experienced huge success as a marketing strategist, and made lots of money. I managed to screw that ut pretty quickly though. Not my job. But being a wealthy man. Long story short: I suck at being rich.So the only reason why I permit my self to brag about making lots of money - is the fact that I was an idiot, and flushed it all away.The amount of money one has is actually not interesting. It is the way you flaunt it.Long, black German cars, or the small, red Italian ones. The address you live, the add-on's you wear. The walk, the face, the attitude.I had it all, and threw it away.But actually - Sitting in a huge Audi, I missed my old Chevrolet. I missed the smell of old cigarettes and the cracked leather (!?)A clinically and minimalistic appartment near the beach was a great show-off, but it never felt like home. It felt like an idiots showcase. And from what I can recall - I behaved an idiot.I am not a rich guy anymore. Not even close. But if I ever should come across money again - It will be my secret, and I will never trade in my cigarette stinkin' Chevrolet with the cracked leather!Therefore I enjoy life here in the land of low profile :-) It is far more pleasant to live here. Because - if you're a bum - no one is excpecting anything of you. I love it!:BullPS: By this post, I just meant to identify my past to somewhat describe my style of design and fashion preference.