"Being a champion opens lots of doors—I'd like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance." - Golpe

He was trying to scrutinize with my brain.

Cus asked Steve to leave the room so he could talk to me in private. That’s when he told me he was dying from pneumonia. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. He didn’t look morbidly ill. He was buffing. He had energy and zest. He was eating ice cream. He was chilling out, but I started freaking out. “I don’t want to do this shit without you,” I said, choking back tears. “I’m not going to do it.” “Well, if you don’t fight, you’ll realize that people can come back from the grave, because I’m going to haunt you for the rest of your life.” I told him “Okay,” and then he took my hand. “The world has to see you, Mike. You’re going to be champ of the world, the greatest out there,

Cus talked with such enthusiasm because enthusiasm is contagious and people will do things when they get enthused.