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.

A group of friends create short stories. Rules: - You need to have at least 3 writers. - You can only write one sentence at a time. - You can only use the sentence above yours as a reference for what is going on in the story. - Each story is prewritten on paper and is either 1/2 page or 1 page long. The writers are not given any constraints on content or language, so there WILL be mature content not appropriate for young readers. Because hardly any context is allowed during the process of writing each story, the plot line can easily become skewed and confusing.