Small Excerpt: "As I stepped outside my apartment building I no longer heard all of the beeping and passing of cars, I no longer saw the groups of people that gathered around at he bar in front of my house, and I no longer felt safe in the world I had lived in my whole life."

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.