Eric Barone, who was twenty-eight years old and couldn’t open the front door of his car, had over $12 million in his bank account. And he still drove around town in a broken Toyota Camry. “People are asking me: When are you buying that sports car?” Barone said. “I don’t need it. I don’t know when that’s going to change, you know? At some point I guess I’ll probably buy a house, but I’m not in a rush. I don’t really need luxuries. I know that doesn’t make you happy.”
