I spent about a week talking with a nice guy - let's call him Bryce. He was divorced and had apparently fallen on hard times. He was living at home with his mother. He is 35. He had no job, no car, no prospects. He told me it was embarrassing to admit that he'd lost it all. I asked about his kids and he said that he never sees them and doesn't even know how to contact them.
Right.
Every single thing that he told me should have told me that he was not someone to continue talking to. I should have shut the door. But, no, being nice, we kept talking. I thought for a bit about what in the world would have caused him to lose everything. I asked him if he'd ever been arrested. Yes. If he'd ever been to jail. Yes. Then, I asked the all important, "What'd you do?" and he jokingly said "I killed a bunch of people; ya happy!?"
No, I wasn't happy. Have a nice life, Bryce!In the future - stop talking to someone with no job, no car, no house, no future, no prospects, no ambition. And if he has a record, RUN, unless it's of a really cool band.
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