I wonder if Bilzerian’s thought about his future. Don’t get me wrong, banging college-aged chicks on a billion foot yacht while rubbing one hundred dollar bills on his nipples must be outrageously satiating to a point. But will Danny ever seek true love? Will he ever find that groupie who stimulates his soul, makes him want to do paint night and watch Orange is the New Black? For a man who has virtually everything, does he ever stop to think of what he’s missing?
The answer is probably best given in picture form.
Hell, love is just a phase anyway.