It's not two people, it's several people who pool their resources together. Some days one guy has money, other days I do, because I just hit an exacta for a couple hundred. Everyone helps everyone. We cook out a lot. Our bosses take us out to dinner after winning races. Jockeys and owners come by the barn and throw everyone a hundred bucks or more after winning a big race. We travel by riding in the back of 18-wheelers with the horses across ten states. We help other trainers with work they might need done for 50 bucks here or there. It's 7 days a week at 4am and it's a hard f'king life. I've got rheumatoid arthritis in my hands and other places so bad I had to get out of the business. It's highly dangerous working with animals that pretty much would rather injure or kill you than look at you. My friends and I are a durable bunch, and we can survive on peanuts. We don't do it for the money, we do it because we love racing and we love horses. At least my friends and I do. If some IRS dicks want to come by and arrest me over these peanuts, have at it. I will endure, regardless. I hope they think it was worth wasting the money on me, and I think it's a shame they are not out frying bigger fish.