You're born, you take shit. Get out in the world, you take more shit. Climb a little higher, take less shit. Til one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere, and you've forgotten what shit even looks like.Spoiler, the message is undercut further on, at the ending. The moral being that linear progressions aren't set in stone, even crimelords are vulnerable to randomness.
But I think about that scene sometimes, and how my work choices haven't necessarily been about more money, but less bullshit.
