Thus spake the New York Times, at least.

The way I see it, this is a lot like that time in college when I needed to convince my boss to give me an advance on my paycheck so I could cover my rent for the month and then had to drive up to Maryland to get it from him, only like 100,000 times that. And then I still wound up playing the trombone on the corner for a few hours to make some spending cash.

Seriously though I don’t really know what it means. I can’t even get American Express to increase my spending limit, and it’s way less than $40 million. Sure doesn’t sound good.

None of the cash influx is going to Ronny Paulino. More on that in a minute.