Ferrari Mailing List: Re: Ken why DID you sell your Ferrari?

[Jason Polzer (jason]

What a great reason.  Way to go Ken.  Congratulation on making some very 
tough decisions correctly in the worst possible thinking state of mind.  
I can't say that I know what it's like.  God forbid if ever I do I hope 
to make it through.

Merry Christmas!  Enjoy the season.
Today I woke up and put 3 shots of Amarula in my coffee.
Life is good.

Jason

ken rentiers wrote:
> On Dec 23, 2007, at 12:24 AM, Jason Polzer wrote:
>
> > Ken why DID you sell your Ferrari? 
>
> It's easy to understand. And impossible to explain, but I'll try. I 
> was in love with my wife. 
>
> Love is blind, Unbenounced to me, she developed a drug habit. (Her 
> brother was a musician,,,,) By the time I realized why we were 
> constantly running out of money, she had become paranoid. Eventually 
> she ran me off in a hail of crockery, while doing a fine imitation of 
> Linda Blair in The Exorcist. I was certain she was going to shoot me 
> that night for all the many imagined transgressions she had begun to 
> accuse me of. 
>
> By that time the Ferrari was gone to obtain some sorely needed cash, 
> despite I enjoyed a comfortable six figure income. 
>
> Denial is a funny thing, a very strong emotion. Denial is a natural 
> human response when the walls are falling in on top of you. I never 
> had the virus known as drug addiction, but I was in love with her, so 
> I clung to my unrealistic hopes until it was no longer possible to 
> hope for anything more than a clean getaway!
>
> Eventually, sitting there by myself, at midnight, in a Hampton Inn 
> twenty miles down the freeway, with one bag, two shirts, some 
> underwear and my Colt .357 in an overnight bag - I accepted the fact 
> that my wife and I had developed some pretty irreconcilable 
> differences. As Denial turned to Acceptance. I skipped right over the 
> Anger part - how can you get angry at human tragedy - my dear wife was 
> now just another piece of roadkill on that long lonesome highway 
> called Life.
>
> I lost my house, my assets and most of my possessions. She gutted my 
> like a fish in the ensuing divorce. But I got my life back, so in the 
> end I got a bargain. I was damn lucky to hang on to the remnants of my 
> practice, which is now showing renewed signs of life. My personal 
> winter has passed, the first signs of spring are unmistakeable.
>
> Now I lead a very zen kind of life. I live in a very nice place, nicer 
> than many houses I have owned, but it is an apartment. I don't want 
> another mortgage, or another 
> lawnpoolattichotwatertankdryerpooltablecompressor. My rent is steep, 
> but it's less than I was paying monthly in property taxes. In the 
> closet hang only clothes I actually wear. No TIVO, no pet, no payments 
> of any kind. I have one very nice car - I own it. A nice place in the 
> very best part of town - in the garage of which, along with numerous 
> Mercedes, Audis and Jags is one seminally red F430. I went to the 
> store yesterday, at the light some guy emerged from a side street in 
> one of those new Rollers the size of the USS Ronald Reagan. Mr.Rogers 
> would just love my neighborhood!
>
> So I am free to do what I want, whenever I want to. I eat when I feel 
> like it. The coffee is strong: the way I like it, not weak like she 
> did. I listen to jazz, and classical music. My place is studded with 
> books. Travel is incredibly cheap when you only buy one ticket. And 
> I'm taking much better care of myself.
>
> No girlfriend either - I'm not easy, but I can be had! I'm still 
> looking for a rich widow lady, or an affluent ex-trophy wife cast off 
> by some megabucks trial lawyer. But I ain't looking very hard! This 
> Christmas I will spend  with good friends, my part is to go over to 
> east Houston and buy several dozen world-class tamales. Next Christmas 
> will be at my sister's in Perth. Call me Baby Jesus (Hay-soos) for I 
> have been reborn!
>
> May you and all of yours have the very best of Christmases!
>
>
>
> ken