I had an uncle.
He was the first millionaire in our family.
How did he get to become a millionaire?
Private 4D.
He strikes it once. And he didn’t take that winnings.
He betted all in those winnings again.
And he strikes it twice in a row.
The bookie didn’t run away. He called my uncle and told him
that the money was ready and asked where to deliver his winnings.
Damn… now I know which side of the gambling table to bet on.
So, I am sure you have read many stories online and in newspapers. Sudden windfall drove their winners irrational and did stupid things
with their winnings and making them square one, or even worse. My
uncle was no exception.
What he did was he went to the hang flower thai pub.
Pay to hang flower (WTF? What does that do? What is that
for?), sleeping with the ladies there, and drinking. He was already an
alcoholic. I guess he just destroy the dam and let the alcohol flood his liver.
He just doesn’t care.
And yea, the thai ladies and the pub owners there really
know what to do.
With no control, with no self-discipline, the winnings were
gone.
I am not even sure if he lent anyone some money, usually in
this kind of scenario it is bound to have some people ask him to do business,
investment, be a sleeping partner, and borrow money.
But I assume, he was a full hardcore Slaanesh worshipper. He
did not care and did any of those ventures. (Warhammer 40k reference, there
is a fictional god called Slaanesh that in that science fiction universe that
represents pleasure, excess, and decadence)
My dad did try to talk some sense out of him. My uncle told
him, “At least I used to be a millionaire.”
I guess that was his way of saying “I achieve what you can
never achieve in your lifetime.”
As you guys can figure out… I am using past tense. Because
he isn’t with us anymore.
He may indulge in his pleasure, excess, and decadence. The
thai ladies and pub owners are making money, and doing business, they are not
doctors or his mother. Eventually, his health problem becomes too serious he admits
to a hospital.
And he doesn’t have any savings, not to mention his
winnings. So, he was transferred to a hospice hospital. And pass away there.
Alone.
My aunt did visit him, and make a video. He did apologise for the
trouble he made.
He is succeeded by his son and his wife.
What did I learn from all these?
Be on the correct side of the gambling table
The bookie part does impress me. I didn’t expect that
private gambling willing to honor the winnings, especially since the size of the
winnings is almost $1 million. I guess for them, they aren’t worried that their
customers win against them, but worried more about “what if there is no customer
to gamble?”
However, it does tell me that there are certain industries,
like brokerage firms, banking, and insurance companies. They do have some form of
gambling and they call it probability.
Hence, I just need to know which side to ‘bet’/invest on to
win in the long term.
“My partner Charlie says there are only three ways a smart person can go
broke: Liquor, ladies and leverage.” -
Warren Buffett
Alcohol and women are a powerful money-spending
combination. I learn to respect their power.
I believe that the atmosphere in the hang flower thai pub, clubbing filled with
beautiful women, sometimes people give free drinks, etc. While the ladies will
seduce men to spend more money on them or get more drinks. This will entice
people to go into that route of ruin.
I don’t blame the pubs that most likely encouraged my uncle
to keep buying liquors and hanging flowers on ladies.
They really trying to make money here. Usually, ladies don’t
resort to this line unless they don’t have other good options, resulting in
sacrificing their sleep and health just to make more money.
You can view this for more context on hang flower joints,
aka siam diu here: https://youtu.be/up0YD5KVGGU?si=57UrTYa4CHT0QiFB
Yet…
I believe we should have fun and have an open mind when we
progress in our lives.
Moderation should be the key. Set up some ‘limitations’ to
prevent overspending, like just bringing cash. Just be aware that going to such
places is ‘dangerous’ for wallet and credit cards.
Come to think of it, I could go down this route… if not
for my gout. When I drink alcohol, my gout can flare up easily. You can say
that my gout is my wake-up call and reason to avoid drinking.
Darkest Dungeon Intro
As my uncle passed away, there was no funeral, my dad and
aunts decided to cremate my uncle’s body as soon as possible. I want to join
them with the cremation, at least pay my last respects.
My dad strongly advises me not to go. His reason because my
uncle’s wife is not mentally stable.
I guess my uncle’s addiction to whoring and booze not only
ruin his wealth, his health, and his family.
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