Aaaaand, the truth comes out. You live in your parents house, and have never had a real job. You have no fucking clue how much four million dollars is because you have watched too much TV and your brain is a mashed up pile of burning suburban garbage. You will graduate from high school in nine months and your rich white parents will give you a Jetta and pay for you to go on a backpacking trip to Europe. While there, you will get drunk and act like an obnoxious rich white kid in some dirty bar that your hipster friends drag you to because 'it's so real', oblivious to who is around you. This precipitates a brawl, which inevitably ends with you being raped in an alley. Despite the trauma, you fail to link actions to consequences and continue about your life, dumb as ever but walking a little bowlegged. You go to college, where no one likes you and major in Economics, going on to sell used BMWs. You die cold and alone.
Me? I would sell four four mil in a fucking heartbeat. A bird in the hand is worth 400,000 bitcoin in the bush.
Not at all. I come from a very poor family. My mum is bankrupt and my dad struggles from week to week. I barely make the mortgage payments each month.
Just because I sympathize more with the rich, doesn't mean I'm rich (yet).
I just have bigger ambitions that most, and $4m doesn't cut it, sorry.
I'd rather take a chance at $40m knowing I took a chance, and didn't cut and run when it got a bit scary, even if that means I never even make 4.
