Son, heres a story I never told nobody. Its about how we got all these fancy things we got here. My father was a beatin’ man. He was also a high powered stock broker who was never with the same woman two nights in a row, save for your grandmother with whom he was with for about three and then decided to marry. The first two nights hadn’t really counted, however, due to extenuating circumstances he never really described to me, but the third night was the most important. He experienced the holy trinity, as he described it, and underwent the full force of the universes ceaseless synchronicity. You see, all at one point in time, while was making your grandmother late one Thursday night, he sealed a 6 million dollar deal with Japanese steel in an awkward though amazingly lucrative phone call. But at the precise moment the final Arigato was said, he climaxed, and then finally solved the mystery answer to the brain teaser that was on last Thursday office memo. Now when three things of such magnitude all happen at the same moment, (save for a fourth mishap involving a broken condom) a man is just not the same. Now as I mentioned, he was never with a woman more than two nights in a row. After his third go round with my mother, he decided she was the gal to marry. 7 hours later he was found dead in the gutter with a bullet in the back of his throat, seen thrown from a Yakuza limo in broad day light. All of his money involved in the steel deal was sucked from his account and never found again. But anyways. Back to the money. Our money. You and me. Sonny. Sonny boy. Sonny baby

Money!

Now, you might not believe me, what with all the loose ends, like, how I said that he told me this story even though he died months before I was even born, but you gotta believe me, really. Ask your mother.