DRUNK

Drunk

The manufacturer is drunk with hatred.

He hates those who wait on him.

Mostly, he says, he hates his wife.

And why all this hate? He is rich and can have anything he wants.

Well, almost anything.

What he can't have is peace of mind. His problem stems from his riches. He thinks they are all after his money. The waiters, the singers and dancers, his friends, and his wife. The problem is he may be right.

What he needs to do is give his wealth away. Donate it to a worthy cause. Then he can see who stays with him. If his wife dumps him -- then he was right and she doesn't love him. Good riddance. The same goes with his friends. He will be poor in material possessions but his mind will be clear. He will have cleansed himself of the hatred. Seems like a fair trade.

Of course,  that will never happen. He is a prisoner living in a gilded cage.

The pitiful rich. We tend to think they have it made but if we examine their lives closely I'm sure we will discover quite a bit of misery. And if you're super wealthy -- then you could drive yourself crazy like Frolov.  It's hard to feel sorry for the one percent and that's the saddest part of it.

Misery is misery.

The only way left for Frolov to get out of his predicament is drinking and debauchery until all the merriment finally takes its toll and his health gives out.

His wife may be waiting for that day or she may not.

He'll never know.