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December 7th, 2014
Let me take you back to New Year’s day, I was awoken by the delightful voice of my father Marcel yelling from the bottom of the staircase about how I’m a waste of human life and don’t contribute to anything expect staring at myself in the mirror. I was used to that by now after 10 years of living alone with him after my mother had walked out on us when I was 9. He always blamed me for her leaving and ever since she did I had this feeling that he absolutely despises me, it’s pretty obvious. After he finished his daily rant he went off to check on his hotel, The Hilton and usually wouldn’t get back till late. I got out of bed around noon and saw a couple of half-naked girls and half empty Grey Goose bottles lying around along with my Tom Ford suit on the floor near my dresser. That’s another thing Marcel hated about me, how I would change my suit every day, that old man didn’t understand that to me class is a presence of confidence, it’s the sure footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life. He wore the same faded, outdated suit almost every day which clearly says something about his care level for his self-image. Anyway I walked my past the strippers trying not to wake them up, went to the balcony in my room and thought, who wouldn’t want the life of Chad Bridges, living in Pipers Point, a billionaires fortune in inherit, member of an elite family, girls chasing me left, right and centre, good looks, good body and great slicked hair, in fact many people say I look like Didier Cohen but with better teeth. I really loved my life. I went downstairs and my best friend...
Let me take you back to New Year’s day, I was awoken by the delightful voice of my father Marcel yelling from the bottom of the staircase about how I’m a waste of human life and don’t contribute to anything expect staring at myself in the mirror. I was used to that by now after 10 years of living alone with him after my mother had walked out on us when I was 9. He always blamed me for her leaving and ever since she did I had this feeling that he absolutely despises me, it’s pretty obvious. After he finished his daily rant he went off to check on his hotel, The Hilton and usually wouldn’t get back till late. I got out of bed around noon and saw a couple of half-naked girls and half empty Grey Goose bottles lying around along with my Tom Ford suit on the floor near my dresser. That’s another thing Marcel hated about me, how I would change my suit every day, that old man didn’t understand that to me class is a presence of confidence, it’s the sure footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life. He wore the same faded, outdated suit almost every day which clearly says something about his care level for his self-image. Anyway I walked my past the strippers trying not to wake them up, went to the balcony in my room and thought, who wouldn’t want the life of Chad Bridges, living in Pipers Point, a billionaires fortune in inherit, member of an elite family, girls chasing me left, right and centre, good looks, good body and great slicked hair, in fact many people say I look like Didier Cohen but with better teeth. I really loved my life. I went downstairs and my best friend...