It’s 9:38 PM. I’ve indulged in a little cheap wine, if you can use the words indulge and cheap in the same sentence. I enjoyed a bit of a buzz for a good hour; but as with all artificial stimulants, the buzz is wearing off, and I am coming back down to earth. I am not a drinker in the sense that I don’t imbibe alcohol every day, or every week, or every month, or every 3 months for that matter. Every once in a while I’ll pick up a bottle from the supermarket. Yes, I know, I give myself away there. Only poor people buy wine from the supermarket; but then again, I did confess from the start that I am pitifully poor; and that is what "The Moneyless Life" is all about, an accounting of life at the bottom of the pit.

I am no wine connoisseur. If it’s red and sweet I’ll probably like it., all the more if it takes my cares away for a little while, although I am aware that drinking for the purpose of getting drunk is something that, well, drunks do. If the wine I’m drinking is good wine or bad wine I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Frankly, I wouldn’t know good wine if I was swimming in a sea of it; but I’ll go out on a limb and say that if it costs $7.99 it’s probably not a wine you want to brag about while chit-chatting idly at a party with the likes of Frazier and Niles Crane. But I hardly need to worry about that kind of embarrassment as money and the lifestyle that comes with having money is not part of my present or my past. I don’t keep company with people who have their own wine cellars and sniff their wine before taking a sip and hold the wine on their tongues for a moment before swallowing.

I grew up poor in a poor country where the fight for basic survival left no time, energy, or opportunity for concerns with knowing what type of glass goes with what type of wine, how, after pouring yourself a glass of wine, to let your wine "breathe" for a moment, to allow the complexity of the flavors to come through , how to sniff your wine glass before taking a sip etc. If you’re poor seen doing any of these things, you’re more like to be laughed at and called pretentious. After all, this height of refinement is a mark of affluence. A poor person acting like some high-classed rich person letting wine breathe to allow complexity of flavors, such a person is ridiculous at best. And what’s worse than having people laughing at you for carrying on as if you’re some refined gentleman or lady while drinking from a $5.00 bottle of wine?

No, I make no show of pretending to be part of the "fine wine" culture. Hell, I even added a couple teaspoons of sugar to the wine because it wasn’t sweet enough and I wasn’t enjoying it. But I’ll admit, it was nice to unburden for a brief moment. I can almost see why some people, rich and poor, drink themselves into a stupor.

As for my money making adventure, I raked it a whopping $3.58 yesterday and so far today $1.09 cents. And the new website I’m trying to sell isn’t go very well. I’m being made offers from $50 - $150 for a website that I would charge at least $2500 to build. It’s a nutty world; but I’m not even stressing over it. I know this is all going to pay off.