I'm staying with a friend who's a lawyer. 1am and he's still in the office, making money for banks.
I’ll tell you how it is when you’re a City Lawyer. You get to thirty and you think, this mucho sucks, but next year they'll make me a partner, and my salary will quadruple. I’ll do that for a couple of years, then I’ll retire and sit on my boat drinking mint juleps, and sleep with women from countries with a low GDP per capita.
A couple of years later, you look in the mirror and you’re grey around the temples, and you look like crap. But you think, “If I just stick around for a few years more I’ll be making the really big money, and I’ll buy my dream truffle on the Cote D’Azur.”
You carry on like this until you suffer your first heart attack.
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