The fallacy of sunk cost… It’s what gamblers do. They throw good money after bad thinking they can turn their luck around. It’s like, “I’ve already spent this much money or time… whatever. I got to keep going!” No, there’s no reward at the end of this game.
What’s the difference between a vacuum cleaner and a lawyer on a motorcycle? The vacuum cleaner has the dirt bag on the inside.
Let me put your mind at ease, Jimmy. You don’t have to make up with me. We don’t have to understand each other. Things are fine the way they are. Hey. I don’t want to hurt your feelings… But the truth is you’ve never mattered all that much to me.
I’ve known good criminals and bad cops. Bad priests, honorable thieves… You can be on one side of the law or the other. But if you make a deal with somebody, you keep your word. You can go home today with your money and never do this again. But you took something that wasn’t yours. And you sold it for a profit. You’re now a criminal. Good one, bad one? That’s up to you.
I took that job because it was the right decision. A steady paycheck, done. A place to live that’s more than, oh, 5 square feet, boom. A car that’s all one color, nailed it. I’m good. I got what I wanted.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I have to tell you this. But it’s probably a bad idea that you willingly talk to the police, being a criminal and all.