My eyes focus on the person in front of me, urging me to let a night slip, make a mistake, let him in and hold him close.
It was Ride or Die.
"And I love to ride."
"It was alcohol or you? I was drunk just the same."
-Anonymous
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·Wang Yibo·
Bartender, 32 Top
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·Xiao Zhan·
Entrepreneur, 35 Bottom
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A normal day in my life consists of just lots and lots of alcohol and a shaker.
Nothing that I don't enjoy.
I never really knew what I wanted to become when I was younger. No vivid pictures showed up in my brain when relatives asked me what was my dream.
They considered me dumb, and maybe I was according to their description of intelligence.
A fellow roommate got me in a high end club as a bartender, so that I could pay my college tution. Years later, after having gotten a degree on museum science I haven't left my job still.
Not everyone is Robert Langdon who's every single day of life is a new web of conspiracy. To solve which, he uses his intensive knowledge of arts and symbols and monuments. How I wish I was him, just a fictional character created by Dan Brown!
Except his money, I think he's alike to me in several ways and if not, then he's becoming alike to me.
Excuse my prudence, I am a narcissistic man and I definitely wouldn't let a fucking unreal fictional man to outshine me, now would I?
So I was saying, he's quite alike to me.
I am nearing his age, single, more handsome than him definitely, charismatic and with tons of knowledge on old monuments and statues shit. But this wasn't going to pay my bills.
