You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your f*****g khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
This country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
I usually don’t have to go through all of this because by the time the guy gets to me, he pretty much knows what he wants, and it generally has to do with tons of money and power! Do me a favor, do not drink from that cup. I promise you there is not enough money and power on earth for you to be satisfied.