Nope this is not me.
This is me. I have several silent partnerships in businesses. I live in rural northern Georgia. You know off that state route up that paved road in the woods. I have a deck that overlooks a creek in a ravine. Above that is my bedroom and DJ booth. Such plush. That faces south. From the sliding doors and porch underneath the deck inside is a tavern with a fireplace all made of local stone. Off to the east is my living room from those sliding glass doors is my dog park that is a hundred yards long and fifty yards wide for Rocket. Lots of sniffing everyday to be done as I have my morning Pellegrino water. Off to the west is my den. I keep my 1,000,000 and counting records in there with my books. The kitchen is nice. My well-paid maid flies in once a week to clean. The bedroom has a winding staircase to go down to the tavern if need be. Of course, I have several guest bedrooms for you to stay in. On nice days I go mushroom hunting and hiking on my thousand-acre property. We have a few trails to keep you satisfied. Last week I went to Maine for lobster. Eight years ago, I went to Roswell to get a few Instagram photos of the famous sign. Berlin this weekend after Thursday’s record digging in London which I will have shipped home. Oh, I forgot to mention I have a beach house on the southern coast of Georgia which I mostly rent out. I’m so busy all the time. I grow my own weed but, in case of a bad season it’s cool. Internet out there well, I supply that to my neighbors. The Devil, Lol! Pizza! “I see your fantasy and you want to make it a reality!” -Rock 107, Can’ton, Ohio.