He reportedly cheats at golf, which isn’t surprising, really, but can it even be fun if you cheat to win? It’s like messing with the rules of Monopoly to win. At what point is the enjoyment really just seeing how far you can push your friends to accept some alternative reality? It’s narcissism, right?

That’s garage money in my area. As in, $1200 gets you a somewhat converted garage, possibly without permits, and there’s garage door might be from the 70s and falling apart.