The Lump Sum!

Tuesday 9:00 p.m.
                            I phoned up the rest and be thankful pension people today and the boy says that my lump sum will be in the bank by Friday! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Freedom! Freedom!
                             Of course, I'm supposed to drip feed the lump sum into my pension, which is about £300 and a bit a month, so that I end up with the same amount of money as I had when I was working, and it would then run out just as my state pension comes on stream, and then I'd have the same amount as I was making while in the jobbie share, until I die.
                             I ask myself: Hotboy, is this a heroic way to live? What do you think, Jack? Say your prayers, Hotboy. Ask God for help and say your prayers. How much is this lump sum anyway?
                             Well, once you take off my share for stapling the gable end back onto the building, and for the decorating thereafter, and pay off the overdraft, I guess we're looking at about twenty five grand.
                              Did they give you twenty five grand to walk off that jobbie and never to work again, Hotboy? Yes, they did, Jack! Unbelievable, isn't it? If I only had a grand, I could be a millionaire!
                              For those of yous who are maybe interested in a bit of juju history, a joe called Atisha came to Tibet, and he was asked because he had developed the altruistic intention, something that took him twelve years to achieve studying with his guru in Indonesia. The Kadampa tradition comes from this joe. Anyway, Gampopa who was a kadampa monk, and could do the bliss for four days straight, went to Milarepa to do the juju with him. Milarepa had the tantric stuff! Atisha knew about the tantric stuff alright, but he did not teach it in Tibet because when he got there, he found that the tantric stuff that was getting practised was getting misused or abused.
                                What do you think this means, Hotboy? I think it might be the case that the tantrayana practitioners there were bonking each others brains out because this inner heat juju, the kundalini arousings, are a bit susceptible to that. This might be one of the reasons why the vajrayana, the juju of jujus was kept secret. How has this got anything to do with you getting your lump sum, Hotboy?
                                 Well, here's how I make my fortune, Jack! I write a book about the juju and why it was a bad move to have any of it published after all. Because nice shy boys like moi would not have thought of this. So I hammer in a couple of months in the hut and then get a plane to Bangkok. I believe they have a serious methamphetamine problem in Thailand. Once you've found out who to get that off, buy the Viagra, and find some very friendly nice professional girls.
                                  That kind of travel book would sell, Jack!! Juju, drugs, travel, and tons of sex!
                                   What do you think the Domestic Bliss would make of this cunning plan to gain fame and fortune, Hotboy? Well, Jack, we have to realise that the problems between men and women occur because they had a few big eggs and we have lots and lots of wee eggs. Now, her big eggs have all run out, but I've still got oodles of wee eggs. Oodles of them. And I'll probably be dead by the time my state pension kicks in. Like Andrew Carnegie, I think dying rich is a disgrace!
                                   What do you think, Jack? Give all the money away, go to the hut, and do ra bliss!
                                    Meditated wonderfully today for about six hours before hitting the off license for a bottle of red collapso, recommended retail price £13. I've paced the remnants of my wages perfectly. Got about twenty quid left. Get twenty five grand by Friday. Such joy! Now is the perfect time to die. If I were to seriously broach with the Domestic Bliss my most recent cunning plan for fame and fortune, I think dying might be on the cards anyway!