We had a good day, Tig said, slapping me on the back.
Got a whole mess of 'em, didn't we? Two fifty-eight confirmed.
Forget the numbers. You woke up this morning, and you're going to sleep tonight. In my book, that's a good day.
In recent months, I have adopted Tig's philosophy.

Chapter 8 (p. 136) - The Repossession Mambo (2009)