My roommate in uni. On day one living together, I was the one bringing weed to the party, be he told everyone "guys don't forget that I smoked you up". He had dreams of being a drug lord, and he'd do all these small deals in the room (for which I couldn't care less). But he'd always do deals stupid late, like at 2am on weeknights. He'd come in, turn all the lights on 100%, careless to the fact that I had classes at 8am.

He used to always push my boundaries, like smoking cigs in the room or eating my food. He put his fucking speakers around the middle of the room, and flip out of I bumped into them slightly. He stole the longterm gf of a mutual friend.

Of course his family was rich as fuck. He drove a Benz. His dad was on the Western side of a shit government that's been forced out, so he came to the this country a multimillionaire (trying not to dox myself). It was satisfying when this guy failed out of uni twice, but honestly it didn't set him back much.

He got into the Native American spiritual anesthetics, became something of a tech bro, and spun awful house music as a hobby. Thankfully I was never close to the guy, so it wasn't s traumatic as a lover or a friend. He was just a rich tool. I should thank him for moving me on the path of communism.