a funny thing happened on the way to becoming a Bazillionaire

As a kid, I'd always intended to become a Bazillionaire.  I had no plan, or idea, how to get there, and it conflicted a bit with my other plans to become a fireman, a superhero and an astronaut, but who knows.... I suppose I could have been a firefighting, astronaut who fought crime at night, and had a bat-cave underneath the mansion... I dunno... does that sound far fetched?

At a young age I used to take my bike to the top of the hill, I wore a cape (which miraculously didn't become entangled in the spokes, and send me "flying" over the handlebars) and would cruise at fantastic speeds down the hill, as practice for when I actually became capable of flight.

Toward those goals, after graduating high-school (I use the term "graduating" very loosely... I think my teachers just passed me because they didn't want me to stay around any longer than absolutely necessary) I attended art school.  Isn't that the obvious path toward Bazillionaire-hood, rocketry and crimefighting?

After college, I took a job at a local print shop, quickly moving my way up to management, and eventually owning my own company.  Somewhere along the line I fell in love with a winsome lass, whose parents were both too tall, and too short. We married, raised a couple of more wonderful children than I deserve, sold the printing business, dabbled in the graphic arts field, and eventually found my way into the wonderful work-a-day world of real estate.

Isn't it funny the things that can happen on the path to become a Bazillionaire.  Life happens.  An old Yiddish proverb states "Man plans, and God laughs".

Man Plans and God Laughs!

Needless to say, the dream of becoming the well-heeled caped-crusader had fallen dramatically by the wayside.  I never became a bazillionaire, the cape is long gone, Wayne Manor is currently occupied by some good-looking-soft-spoken-playboy who's on the "rise", some other guy played golf on the moon, and I am currently on my way to returning to being single.  Maybe I should reconsider those goals?  My heart just isn't in them anymore.

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