Mitchell just turned 18 and was ready to fight the system and smash the state. What better way to stick it to the man than to hop a gondola for a free ride to Ocala for the ‘Regional Rainbow Gathering’? he thought.
He planned to hitch a ride from a travel plaza in South Carolina to a train yard outside of Charleston, hop a gondola en route to Savanna then hop the hot shot to Jacksonville, meet up with his “comrades” there, then hitchhike towards Ocala National Forest.
It was a plan that would guarantee an exciting few weeks of drinking, debauchery and living wild and free. Something happened, however, that he quite naturally did not anticipate…
While panhandling and asking for rides at the travel plaza (without much luck) he noticed that the man who was playing keno in the rest area left a plastic bag behind; containing some scratch offs (already scratched off), and a few lottery tickets (live tickets.)
“What a dumb ass” he said to himself as he stuffed the lottery tickets into his pocket and went on about his day.
The next few weeks were as adventurous and fulfilling as he hoped they would be. As he was unpacking his gear back in his home in South Carolina, he came across the lottery tickets that he had forgotten all about that he stuffed down inside of his pack.
“Money is oppressive and capitalism sucks” he said. “Everything you need, you can just pluck it from the trees” he added. Just for ‘shits and giggles’, however, he decided to have the lottery tickets checked.
To his absolute amazement he held within his hand a winning lottery ticket that would soon award him an astonishing $100,000 (before taxes that is)
After collecting the money he thought the first order of anarcho-communist business was to throw a raging party for all his friends and buy a massive amount of beer and drugs. (cool move, homie)
Unfortunately, this wasn’t good enough for his collective. They wanted him to redistribute all of the funds back into the community.
He refused to give it up and was quickly ostracized by the same group he just fed $1200 worth of beer and cocaine to.
“I mean, maybe I should have given the money to the community, but I figured I could use that to go to college and get educated and fight the system from within, ya know?”
Heresy! the group thought, and they turned on him.
After feeling so much rejection from his peers, he decided that maybe anarcho-communism wasn’t right for him.
“I think I’m more of a minarchist anyway. Those guys suck”.
Moral of the story: money talks, bullshit walks 😉