Some people are immune to good advice.
My real name's McGill. The Jew thing I just do for the homeboys. They all want a pipe-hitting member of the tribe, so to speak.
Every treasure is guarded by dragons. That's how you can tell it's valuable.
If I'm lucky, in a month from now, best-case scenario, I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.
Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.
Conscience gets expensive, doesn't it?