Could you make it with a billion dollars in your bank account?
Could you survive the waves of gold diggers and blood suckers with blood ties and phat thighs and prophetic types who would be at your feet?
Could you outlast the fiendish Wall Street hucksters and the pleading investors or the pleasing digestors wanting to chew on your intestines?
How long would you last?
What would you do?
Would you fly solo or with a team? If so, who’s on your team? Do you a “Hell NO!!” person”? Who is it? Who loves you and won’t be seduced by someone else?
What would be written on your tombstone or vase of ash? Would it be about your life or your waste of the cash?