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Home, or I guess my home at the moment. After collecting my bags from the baggage carousel, I Ubered to the guy’s house. The guy that was driving me had the same reaction as the one when I first came here.
“You guys are rich as f*ck aren’t you?” the young guy said, gawking at the house.
“Well, the people that own it have their own security business. They’re well off,” I said, no need to let him know that yes, I am rich as f*ck.
“I say. One day I hope to be this rich. I’m working on my degree to become one of the best architects this world has ever seen. Look, these are my designs,” he said, pulling out his phone. I didn’t want to be rude, so I looked at his pictures.
“Wow, these are really good, you have some major talent. You go to CU Denver?” I asked.
“Yeah, CU Denver
