Needless to say, I’m no longer friends with this person.Dude had serious issues with women and trust and I did not need anymore negativity and baggage in my life.He likes to think he spends his own money (he says he's worth about million) the way he'd spend the country's money: Pay only for quality and don't waste a cent.
Before he officially declared, he visited thirty-eight states—on his own nickel—to get a sense of whether he'd be a viable candidate.
"But I am not cheap." As his fiancée, Kate Prusack, a real-estate agent in Santa Fe, points out, "Yes, he shops at Costco, but he drives a Porsche." He built his own house in Taos but paid premium to put a hot tub in.
And he tips well, a telltale difference between men who are careful with money and cheap bastards.
"Looks good." Then he lifts the bike and carries it up the steps.
") and would tax consumption, not income, "because it's, well, fair."He squeezes the tires.
He has just enough time to check into his room and change into his evening attire—jeans and Nike Frees with bright orange shoelaces—before grabbing a quick bite ("I'll have the Nasty Nachos," he tells the waitress) and heading to the Porcupine Freedom Festival, an annual summit of over-the-top Libertarians who come by the thousands to camp out for a week and "exchange ideas." Not to mention joints.