He's got a sack with 9000 twenty dollar bills, and you can't just take that shit to any bank and not bring suspicion.
When I lived in Atlanta the girl I was dating was waiting tables while looking for a job. Once a month I would take between 3 and 4 grand in cash...mostly fives and ones...to the bank. On the third deposit I caught the teller giving me the evil eye...assuming I was a drug dealer.
Sooooo...my next few deposits were accompanied by commentary on my latest gig....stripping. The fall of 2004 was a banner season for bachelorette parties in atlanta as far as the teller at bank of america on roswell road knew.
This story is funnier if you've met me. No one would pay me money to get nekkid.