If I'm lucky, in a month from now, best-case scenario, I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.
Every treasure is guarded by dragons. That's how you can tell it's valuable.
Better safe than sorry. That's my motto.
The history of prevailing status quos shows decay and decadence infecting the opulent materialism of the Haves. The spiritual life of the Haves is a ritualistic justification of their possessions.
Should I call the FBI and tell them I found DB Cooper?
Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy who knows another guy.