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Chapter 47: SELF PERPETUATING
For Auld Lang Syne!
Never having offspring of my own is a bit of a disappointment, but I have plenty of family. My brothers and sisters and half brothers and half sisters have provided me with a crowd of nieces and nephews. Uncle may not be as satisfying a title as Dad, but I do enjoy the love given me as their doting uncle. All my relations are provided for and when they were adequately trained and ready to take responsibility, given one of my successful DBAs.
The center chunk of farmed out land walled in by my ranks of lots, and blocked from road access, I finally and recently purchased. The heirs of the old farmers who unwisely sold me all the road sides, have unwisely and prematurely sold me the final largest piece. While the price per acre is ten times higher than it was thirty years ago, it’s devalued dollars and I basically stole the land at the price I negotiated.
The same land is being negotiated for again now, for resale to the Walmart Corporation. I stand to make a million profit or better just on the one large piece. Walmart will need to negotiate for some of the lots blocking road access with the current owners. I’ll advise when the price is right for my family to sell the pieces I gave to them. Walmart won’t be allowed to rob them at ridiculous low prices. More millions enriching my family.
My concubines Mimi, Mei, Dana, and Jin are family just as much as blood relations. They and their children are stock holders in ‘NOW’ andheirs to some of my estates along with inlaws, Paul’s and Sam’s families. I’ve given away all my ‘NOW’ stock though Marshall retains fifty one percent.
It’s said you know you’ve reached old age when your social engagements are predominantly attending funerals of families and friends. If that’s the litmus test, I’m very old indeed this year.
Recently my Dad passed, donating me his final testicle three days before he died. I attended the funeral in a wheelchair too sore and swollen to walk. Mom was by my side when she collapsed. At first we thought she fainted. Mom followed Dad. Some say she refused to be deserted again. My preferred fantasy is, he called her to join him in eternity. Pure fantasy, as Dad was never demonstrative or affectionate in life, why would he be in death. He was capable of pride, and he was very proud of me. Mom loved me, maybe in unconventional ways, but she loved me. I loved her, but Inever gave a fuck for my Mom!