Granted. Unfortunately, you start to unpack your PS4 and all your games when you realize that you don't have a house, you're 50,000 dollars in debt (last you checked anyway), and you haven't eaten since last week. (I mean, unless you count that sticky candy wrapper you stole from a rabid dog as food.) Also, you're standing in the middle of the street and you forgot which way the homeless shelter is. And the soles of your shoes have holes.
Yikes. Well, at least you can probably room with some nerds out there because you have all the games.
I wish I had my own successful, profitable, and artistically and philosophically meaningful comic book company complete with good writers, artists, and all that jazz.