One Thousand Thousand Dollars

He wished for... "A million bucks!" The air around him was, for a moment, silent. Then, in some strange way, it became... *electric*. It felt fuzzy, charged with energy. Jacob almost had time to say "What the fuck" before it stopped. Jacob dropped his posture, disappointed. "The fuck was I expecting, anyway?" he said to himself. "Just for a million dollars to fall outta the sky? Shitty fuckin' medallion-" Just then, a million dollars appeared in the air above Jacob. Then, it fell on and around him. "OH FU-" After he had dug himself out, he looked around. His room was green. He grabbed a handful of the paper near him. It was roughly twenty $10 notes. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh holy fucking shit HOLY SHIT!" His mind was a racing whirlwind of possibilities: what would he do with it? what would his parents say? would they beleive his story? He could answer that last one: No, at first, but Yes, after he did a performance of the medallion. But the most pressing question to Jacob, at that moment, was: What will I buy first? After careful consideration, he chose: