I don't want to be rich
but I want to be rich enough to have a butler who looks exactly like Alfred from Batman or Erich Von Stroheim in Sunset Boulevard who has to wear neon shades and coast around the house on a pizza-shaped skateboard. Whenever I wanted to hear "Appetite for Destruction," he would be completely ready and serve it to me (it's an LP in this vision) from a pizza box on a silver platter while saying, "Your appetite is served, madam."