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There is an oddly exhilerating feeling when you have $1 in your pocket when you are young and know the only place you can go from there is up. You are fearless as a lion.
You make your fortune and then become like a paranoid tiger on the plains looking constantly around you for everyone and everthing trying to devour your money, (the kill), from you.
Many squander their good fortune on wine, women, song, and of course a few bad deals here and there and wake up one day quite a bit older back with just that $1 in their pocket. They look in the mirror, shake their head in utter disbelief and say "What the Fuck?" "Where did it all go?" and back they must go to hunt in the jungle of business again.
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