But let's be real for a minute... All of the sudden you have 100 million bucks in the bank. You drive your new Bugatti to Compound, and EVERYONE IN THE PLACE IS SWEATING YOU. you got personal security so the suckers stand back, you got your boys sending you "select associates" that just want to say that they met you. You take 5 or 6 "new friends" back to your 25000 sq ft crib to play in the hot tub. In the morning you have a driver take them all home. Jump on a plane and head to Vegas for a few days. Get the Hef suite at the Palms. Find 5 or 6 more "friends" for the weekend and go nuts.... Fly back home, jump in the Modena to run to the BP for a Red Bull... and so on and so on...

Every man would want to be you, and every woman would want to be with you...

yeah, I think there are worse things than winning the lottery... but that's just me...