Last Kiss by John Lustig for July 12, 2023

Truth, the rarely worn accessory

This seems like a really bad idea, but maybe it’s because I’m a terrible liar.

Says the man in the Armani Tuxedo !

“Millionaire or billionaire — I still love you.”

He’s not even a thousandaire.

With me driving you, you will be.

I’m surprised my mom approved of my hubby – he’s a Democrat. She didn’t live long enough to see me become one as well. Actually, I know why she did. He always took care of me, and still does.

GAL: I’m marrying a doctor! I always told mom that gender change surgery would pay off someday!

DOCTOR: Wait. Say again?

Millionaire? Meh. Not much of a hurdle these days. When I was a kid, a millionaire was a sort of mythical beast you heard about but never saw. Today, I personally know dozens, at least if you count property, and they’re not what I’d call mega-wealthy. Judging by real estate prices, there are hundreds in this small county. The place is crawling with them who come from California bearing the proceeds of selling their one house there, from which they buy three here. I became one, almost by accident, and that alone is enough reason for me to be unimpressed. Inflation eventually makes millionaires of us all. I just bought a new car (nothing very pretentious) that cost ten times my 1972 salary and twice the price of my 1975 2,400 square foot house.

Oh and by the way, I’m gay…..

Wishin and a hoping….who knows….☺️

“She just hates everything else about you, except for your money. You’ll get along fine.”

A million isn’t worth a million anymore.

A million is the new thousand.