"I make stacks."
Sitting here listening to his New York accent while he eats our popcorn, Thea and I are in the twilight zone. It seemed so fake, almost like a dream. Lamborghini's and million dollar homes? Buying oceans and cities? Receiving VIP and being surrounded by people "I don't even know."
I'm dropping out.
Not for real though.
Makes you think twice about what kind of people are in this world.
Creeps me out a bit.
"Aw, sweetheart, you can do better than that. I can make that in a month. I make 6 figures a month."
That's all for now.
Tomorrow I will write more.