Your friend just hasn’t gotten bitten yet. You could have a million in the bank, cash, get sick and burn it up in no time. I blow basically every dollar I make because I think you’d have to be an idiot to grind and save up, unless you’re really wealthy, it can all go poof in an instant thru no fault of your own.

I ain’t suffering for the chance I might get to stop working now. I’ll enjoy my scraps now, and when it gets too be too much, I’ll paint the ceiling red.