I Went to See Mitchell in Las Vegas

I got here last night and Mitch picked me up in garish pink convertible. It was an old Cadillac, I think about forty some years old. He had a beer in his hand, but he was not driving. There was a girl behind the wheel, she looked like she was barely out of college and the girl was just drop dead gorgeous. I assumed she worked for a Las Vegas escort service, but that was not exactly the case. It does seem to have been the way that it started out, although neither of them made it 100 percent clear. Regardless he seems to have decided to really enjoy the huge inheritance that he came into when his mother died three months ago. It is rather hard to blame him to be honest. When his father was alive he hardly saw any of the money. His father would tell him he had to earn everything he got, even though he had inherited everything he ever had.

At any rate the man is 44 years old with two divorces behind him and his net worth seems to be around nine figures. He could blow money like it was going out of style for the next fifty years and still never go broke. Even the way he is living he probably gets richer every day of the week. In fact he thought his arrangement was a trifling expense compared to getting another wife, especially now that he had money she could take away from him a divorce. The other two gave up on him before he got hold of any real money. I took him about five hundred pieces of paper to sign, and told him about all of the lawyers and accountants who wanted to talk to him. This made him laugh, as I am getting paid to bother with things he is too busy to be bothered with.