True story. If you scooped 250 mil, blew through 50 of it (let me know how that goes, bruh. Write a book or film a movie or some shit about it, for realz), and then just put the rest in an annuity or some kind of balanced growth fund, you could reasonably expect between a 5 and 10 percent return per year. That means your annual take would be between 10 and 20 mil. So, you would be paid like Peyton Manning. Folks talk shit about how MC Hammer blew through 30 mil and wrecked himself financially. You could almost do that EVERY YEAR and then wait for Jan 1 to hit the reset button. Sickness.
I would have fresh flowers delivered to my house daily. In my home, there would be a barbershop, and I would pay a barber to give me a hot towel treatment and warm foam straight razor shave every morning.
I would play video games constantly, hell, I might even DEVELOP video games that I think wouldn't suck.
I would sponsor shit. It would be the "Annual Kenny Adams CR Car Show Sponsored by DJ" At CState. I would spend a lot of time at camps for the needy and stuff, or trying to help folks through rehab (cause fuck drugs and alcohol).
I would get myself a G6. And whenever I wanted to go to chicago, I would fly in that bitch. "What? Party in Valpo? Be there in an hour..."
I might try to become a monority owner in a sports team. Something local. Maybe not anything awesome. Like the Clippers, or the Crew. After letting that interest build up for like 10 years, I would try and buy a team outright.
I would go to every fucking OSU football home game and sit in a badass suite with my dudes.
I would be sponteaneous as shit. Wife wants to see a black sand beach? Boom, G6 to that shit. My best friends son wants to meet Mickey? Blammo, off to Disney we go. Dad thinks that new Jag looks dope? Plop, how'd that new XK get in your dirveway?
I would buy one of those old converted missle silos out in montana as an escape home. Zombie apocalypse? Fire up the heli and go pick up my peeps, time to go underground. Guns, food, fuel. Stockpiles of that shit, no joke.