06-30-2020, 11:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2020, 11:39 PM by Darius Carrington.)
Darius shrugged. "When you're a rich guy like me, you don't meet a lot of people. You meet other rich kids and they are awful." He downed the bottle and now wished he had brought another. He really felt like getting drunk. "I had one friend in all my time before you. His name was Chris and... he was a complete monster. Poor people were just bugs to him. Even his 'friends' were toys and puppets to play with. I don't think he'd ever had a considerate thought in his life.' He wondered aloud as he stared at the ceiling.