This is a story from 3 weeks ago. I was getting drunk at a bar and they were closing up at 6 am, i was alone there as usual. Went outside to get home, saw this large group of people, around 26 people, surrounding this Chad character, like satellites outside of the bar. I got curious and followed them (Yes, i do stupid shit like this). Turns out they went to Chads place. I ended up there, nobody asked me questions. Chad couldn't remember who he even talked to at the bar. When i was asked by a foid who i am, i said i talked to Chad at the bar about politics for quite a bit and that he said it was cool i came along- she said okay.
His place: Expensive penthouse apartment in the heart of the city, 8 rooms, balcony, old Art Nouveau style, expensive furniture.
People sat down in the living room, started drinking, talking, taking cocaine. I stood at the window smoking a cigarette and wanted to talk to Chad, just to see how long i would get away with my role. We got into a long conversation. Turns out he is very interested in political theory and was talking on and on about Engels and Marx. Couldn't help but think how ironic it is, that i am talking to a full blown communist, 23 years of age, never had to work a day in his life, in a penthouse apartment, surrounded by foids and Chad lites. Surprisingly he didn't question who i was - i think he was too drunk and high to think straight. In the other room a foid was fucking with guy on a sofa she probably met at the bar - they closed the door but you could hear a bit of that shit.
As for the remaining people at the table: Ever questioned yourself what these Chads and stacies are like, talk about, do at these gatherings? I'll tell you, they are the most boring people I ever heard in my life. They were sitting there awkwardly.
After some time he wanted the guests to leave, i left and was happy about the free drinks, pizza and weed.
His place: Expensive penthouse apartment in the heart of the city, 8 rooms, balcony, old Art Nouveau style, expensive furniture.
People sat down in the living room, started drinking, talking, taking cocaine. I stood at the window smoking a cigarette and wanted to talk to Chad, just to see how long i would get away with my role. We got into a long conversation. Turns out he is very interested in political theory and was talking on and on about Engels and Marx. Couldn't help but think how ironic it is, that i am talking to a full blown communist, 23 years of age, never had to work a day in his life, in a penthouse apartment, surrounded by foids and Chad lites. Surprisingly he didn't question who i was - i think he was too drunk and high to think straight. In the other room a foid was fucking with guy on a sofa she probably met at the bar - they closed the door but you could hear a bit of that shit.
As for the remaining people at the table: Ever questioned yourself what these Chads and stacies are like, talk about, do at these gatherings? I'll tell you, they are the most boring people I ever heard in my life. They were sitting there awkwardly.
After some time he wanted the guests to leave, i left and was happy about the free drinks, pizza and weed.
