My Best Freeloader Is Now CEO
Language: en
During my four years of college, I didn't work a single day. If I needed dinner, I called Lester. If I wanted a pack of cigarettes, I called Lester. Even the cash for our all-night gaming marathons at the local net cafe came straight out of his pocket. On graduation day, he threw a heavy arm around my shoulder, his eyes bloodshot from cheap whiskey, and said: "Bro, if you ever can't make it out there, come find me. I’ve got you covered for life." Ten years later. Under a highway overpass, on a bed of flattened cardboard, he was crouching in the shadows, chewing on a dry, stale crust of…