At one point or another we have all wanted to become a millionaire. Sadly, chances are (it’s about a 98% chance) you won’t become a millionaire. No you won’t wear a monocle. You most likely aren’t buying a fancy silver sports car. And whether you like it or not, you’re more likely to be caught with a hooker on Baltic Avenue rather than hobnobbing with the upper class on Boardwalk. But you know what? That’s okay. Being rich doesn’t mean anything else besides being either lucky (hey genetics matter) or willing to play the game. Personally I couldn’t care less about money. In fact I’ve ripped a few dollar bills in my day to prove a point. What point? Generally I like to think I save souls by doing it but that’s not true. It’s really quite freeing for me… in a weird endorphin rush type of way.
Money is our god and in it we trust.
So what is the One Dollar Experiment? It’s simple I’m out to prove a point to myself and to the world if they’ll listen. Making a million bucks isn’t rocket science. All you need is a few (million?) helping hands. I am going to request One Dollar from every single person I meet for the next five years and if you are reading this blog I’m also requesting one dollar from you. The plan is simple. Get a million different people to give me a buck. Why should anyone in their right mind give me a dollar? Well for starters I won’t spend any of it. In fact I plan to chronicle every single relevant moment I can with this experiment. You’ll see and read about all my agonizing days in the upcoming years where I’ll most likely want to spend it in my weaker moments. Watch me shivering, watch me squirm; watch me cry knowing I have a million bucks I can’t touch.
“So now we’ve made you a millionaire now what? Don’t tell me you going to rip it up you freak?”
No, I won’t rip it up nor will I use it for any personal gain. Instead I plan to let you decide. Once I hit the Million dollar mark it will be up to the people to choose what happens. Do I give it all to charity? Do I throw one massive party for one donor? Do I rent a plane and toss it out over downtown Los Angeles? I don’t know and maybe I don’t really care. Heck, it’s your money.
The game starts tonight. I start tonight. I just pulled a wrinkle dollar bill from my wallet. It now lives in a jar. More details to come…