Success bit him like a bi*ch. Now standing in middle of the road with tears in the eyes. While he was busy taking the joyride of power and money, everyone left him.

In the end, bought a scotch, drove few miles and knocked at the door he was so familiar with. The whole night they drank, talked and cried together. Just like old days, they were the all singing and dancing crap of the world.

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