A Billionaire’s Fare Not All That Different From a Millionaire’s

J is a high school alum of mine and a billionaire, his private hedge fund valued at 10 digits. Actually my class had a few billionaires, including the late Woojoong Kim, founder of Kia Motors. We thought we were the unluckiest class because 2 months after our admission to the nation’s toughest secondary school to get into by entrance examination the war broke out on June 25, 1950, scattering us all over the country, but this perhaps motivated us, those who survived, to be hardy and persevere or be just lucky without knowing it.

Yesterday J took a Viking cruise to the Hawaiian islands from Los Angeles, occupying a top class cabin naturally, and sent me a photo of his room service, blaming his indolence, but, in truth, I believe, his reluctance to mix and chitchat with the “fat old tottering human baggages aboard.”

Among other things I had to note: J, I am surprised that a billionaire can’t eat anything that much different from a millionaire. It must have depressed Emperor Chin Shih Huang Ti, King David, Solomon, or Elon Musk that they can’t make their fare out of reach from say, their nutrition-conscious mid-level staff member. That’s why Chin Shih Huang Ti sent his top biologists to the Korean mountains in search of the 불노초 un-aging herb. I think he died before he got the Korean samples, except Koreans who had been eating them their whole lives kept aging and dying all along.