Alas, I have never hit 7 figures in my bank account. More’s the pity.

This is a case where the characters are continuing to do something I wouldn’t. Yeah, they both have a dream of having another gun shop. But if I had $8 million in liquid funds? Sayonara, I’m out of here, call me Señor Grant. Cozumel, here I come, and buying a big fucking Hacienda, where scantily clad señoritas will feed us fresh fish, cocaine, piña coladas, and Tequila until we die.

John McAfee had the right idea, is all I’m saying.