YA GOTTA LAUGH

In 1983, I moved from Miami to Melbourne, FL and met my neighbor Domino.  Our homes were built the same year.  As a paralegal, I made a point to dress on par with the female attorneys.  Domino was a sales associate and wore a uniform.  I got in the habit of trading in my car every 3-4 years for a new one.  Domino drove an older truck.  I’d see him out at happy hour nursing his beer.  I’d drink whatever fancy mixed drinks my friends were drinking.  Domino paid cash for everything and I had a wallet full of credit cards.  Domino cooked at home and I ate most of my meals out.  Ten years later, we both became self employed.  I began to dress casually but continued to trade my car up every 3-4 years.  Domino still drove his same old truck.  He grilled out at home, while I continued to eat in restaurants 7-10 times a week.  I bought new furniture every few years.  Domino’s home was filled with good, usable cast-offs donated by friends.  DOMINO PAID HIS HOME OFF LAST YEAR.  I got a refinance of my mortgage so I now owe on it exactly what I paid for it 28 years ago.  I have to laugh.  Who’s living high off the hog now?