A Letter To Craig Rowin... Please Give Me One Million Dollars! Thank You!

Hi Craig,

Nice!  Way to go!  Kudos!  I have tried everything in life to obtain a million dollars!  (Except unmentionable relations with another man) and this!  Not that relations with another man is something that you should be ashamed of, there's nothing wrong with being who you are.  It's just not for me.

I’ve worked a paper route at age 7, which by the way, never got me anything other than some points in a catalog to trade for a craftsman drill and router set.  Then, at age 14.5, I decided to make my millions working for a small print shop in Fontana, CA as a journeyman/janitor… do I have to tell you how that worked out for me???

From there I moved on to The Wherehouse Entertainment, and had felt that surely, I would make a million as a sales clerk selling CD’s and renting VHS Tapes out to customers for 5.5 years!  Right?!  Ahhhh… ... ... Wrong!

I eventually got a job at PepBoys Automotive where I would continue to trade my sanity and sense of self for a twitching eye and guaranteed heart attack for the next7.5 years, needless to say… I spent the next 8 months thereafter, out of work and collecting EDD (California Worker’s Unemployment Benefits) as a result of my inevitable termination for a “Quality Assurance” issue.  (Didn't write down a license plate and VIN number prior to taking in a vehicle a customer brought to me).

Yeah, those were the days!  Good times!  Good times!  Open @ 6 am, close at 6 pm!  And… on a good day, take in and turn out somewhere around 50-100 vehicles for misc. services, all while; answering phones, calculating vehicle estimates, retrieving parts, and writing up new customers as they walk in, don’t get me wrong, there were days I would actually get a lunch break.  Yeah… I eventually got a break!  Ball Plastic Container was hiring “palletizers” this was a great job!  Paid nearly $21 dollars an hour with overtime included!

Easy money right?... Woke up at 3:30am, drove 35miles one way, and for the next 7.5 years of 12-14 hour days, I was granted my lifelong wish of being able to run around on concrete slab, in a tin commercial building, with temperatures exceeding 110 degrees!  

I would chase alarms and whistles (jammed or down empty Pepsi bottles, in conveyors and or airveyors) all fun and games!  And just for kicks, the machine would knock over 3,500 20oz. bottles every now and then!  Which you could then proceed to chase around with an air hose, contorting into various shapes and sizes on the floor, in every attempt to corral and gather them efficiently into what we would call a “Gaylord” (Huge Cardboard Box 5X5X5) Just before the machine would knock over the next pallet!  

These days were my fondest!  I achieved a lingual hernia, ripped calf muscle and hung myself on the machine by my rib cage!  Yeah, mi vida loca!  Almost split my spleen on that one!  Thank God for MRI’s and Worker’s Comp.!

Then… Finally, I caught a break!  Sadly my grandfather passed away, he left my grandmother an empty boarded up commercial building with broken doors and rest room stalls, spiders and cockroaches!  Yeah, we had it all!  I convinced my grandmother to let me do something with that worthless shell of a facility!

I then spent the next 2 years, on my one day off, while still at Ball Plastic Container, physically laboring at both Ball Plastic Container as well as the vacant 7,200sq. ft. facility my grandmother was kind enough to allow me to renovate.  As I continued to methodically take on one obstacle at a time, one room at a time, I was able to eventually repair and clean it up enough to get a single tenant interested in it.  And then another and another and finally a few years later, it was fully leased.  

Then, right around the time life as we all had known it was about to end, say 2007.5, I got the wild idea to focus on obtaining a loan on my own home, so that I would be able to purchase another two rental homes at the bottom of the market prices in 2007-2008!  A year and a half later... mission accomplished!  I then had 2 rental homes, it was then the waiting game began…   Fast forward to 2013, still waiting for the real estate market to recover!

It seems to me the only thing that truly makes any sense whatsoever by this point in time, was to work hard throughout a lifetime and save whatever money you scrape together to then eventually place a down payment on more and more investment real estate and grow your debt/net worth until your eyeballs fall out!  That was the plan!  Until... the US Government crapped, er...ummm... I mean, capped how many loans an investor was allowed to have by law.  So, I was back at square one... I had supposed that by the time I was two to three hundred years old, I would be able to reap the benefits of my labor and financial suffering.  Until now!  

Now that I see how easy it is to get a $1,000,000!  And that YOU PERSONALLY HAVE ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!! 

I figure I would simply ask YOU!  Being that you truly understand my situation, I feel that you will simply hand it right over, so here goes!

Craig Rowin, “Please, Give Me One Million Dollars”!  Please, pretty please?  I wrote an article for you on my blog here http://www.richardpeacock.blogspot.com/2013/01/ask-and-you-shall-receive-please-donate.html So, "Please Give Me Your One Million Dollars"!  Come on, I know you want to!  I think it would be fun to see you give away your initial "One Million Dollars"!  TO ME!!!  After all you probably invested it wisely and by now have ONE BILLION DOLLARS BY NOW!  Right?  And I know you are ALL ABOUT "Paying It Forward"!!! RIGHT?!

I have tried everything to make ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!  I wrote and published my own book Symbols of Love , I taught myself how to play guitar, piano, and write songs Richard Peacock's Music  and I even started a nonprofit Symbols Of Love Organization, I had felt that everyone enjoys helping others and that if I could do this for a career, that I would simply be the happiest guy around!  And, knowing how helpful others are to one another, I had felt that they would surely donate MILLIONS to Symbols Of Love Organization!  Because people just care!

By now I would be making a living doing something I loved, and would continue to do good things for others through the organization!  So, as you can see… I am very worthy of a million dollars!  I really don’t have the talent or the time to do what you have done and create an entertaining video on YouTube asking for a Million Dollars, so, I figure I would do what I do best!  Write!  And of course go directly to the source where the coin is a plenty!  YOU!  Mr. Millionaire!

If you don’t find it in your heart to help me out with ONE MILLION US DOLLARS!  Then, maybe you can pass my information along to your Millionaire friend?  I would truly appreciate it!  And would be your dedicated lap dog for life!  If you have seemed to blow through your million as most do, I do understand, in that case, maybe you can have your millionaire friend donate his time and teach us both how to become a legitimate millionaire through the artful strategy and manipulation of parting human beings from their money, in whatever venue he has made his fortune?  I believe that information may be even more valuable than the money itself!!!  However, I still want the MONEY!

I would prefer to keep all the money and deposit it directly into my checking account, however, my PayPal account will accept money as well:  They will simply take somewhere around 2.9% plus $0.30 per transaction.  I believe that would equate to somewhere just under $30,000 dollars!  PayPal, you really know your stuff!  I wish I would have thought to start a pass through website that would take money and pass it along for a HUGE FEE!  Darn me anyway, stupid, stupid, stupid!

So Craig... Thank you for your money in advance!  Specifically $1,000,000.00 US DOLLARS!  (One Million US Dollars).

P.S. I am not partial to Craig's money, any Millionaire out there, or Billionaire, Trillionaire for that matter, may donate to me if they so wish any amount of money and I will surely take it, so, don't be shy... here I am with "Open Arms" and empty pockets.

Sincerely,

Richard Peacock
Non-Millionaire