As I sit here surrounded by abject luxury I remember when it was so different. I was living in a hostel after spending all my father’s money. I guess you could have called me a layabout, a lazy bastard. But my father had money, money that I wanted and why shouldn’t I have it? I didn’t want the family or the work but the house, cars and money.
One strike to the back of the head did it. Everything left to me. I made sure I left no evidence, I had an alibi. After selling the house, the cars then pissing the money up the wall and sniffing the rest up my nose. I ended up with nothing! Not even a pot to piss in! Three years I lived like that before I had an epiphany, admit all. I now have warmth, comfort, three meals a day and no worries.