Doesn’t matter if he worked, slept or farted, he made money doing all three. One day he woke up and decided being poor is shitty. He sweated, studied, negotiated and learned the skills. Like a magnet between steel shards money came to him, it stuck to him like fleas on a Rastafarian’s hair and refused to let go. Like I said, he had an eye for money, worked hard for it and it came to him. They said money doesn’t make you happy, but he said: “cruising the world on my billion dollar yacht…makes me happy”.