Hell, I’d probably have a thousand bottles of rum by now if I’d thought to keep them all. The difference? Mine would all be empty, and about half of them would be Goslings Black Seal. But Steve Remsberg, from somewhere around Louisiana-way, has over a thousand different bottles, and many of them still full. He’s developed a knack for finding rare, limited production rums, and only opens them if he also finds a duplicate. Which means he probably has one of the greatest collections on the planet, and I really need to quickly mastermind a plan to “randomly” meet him, engratiate myself to him, and get listed in his will. Something like hiring a gang of cyborg ruffians to try and mug him, and I can then swoop in and save him, and our friendship could develop from there. Yeah, that should do the trick.