That friend from long ago, the one who could never follow through, all of a sudden he seemed able to do it all. He was always most involved with himself. He still is, in a way, devoted to himself. But I am hopeful he will spend more time looking beyond his needs. As for me, well let's not worry about me, I am up on my luck. I've always had a lot of good cards in my hand. Complaints can be made, but you'd be fortunate to have this house of cards. The end.
Author's note: This is fiction.