My friend Alfred hit big on a real estate deal. When I mean big, I mean very big. Our friend, whom we have known since childhood, called a meeting with us since we had been asking him to help the three of us so we could start businesses. We even said we would pay him back. He called the meeting and asked us to be his boys, not his friends. I burst out laughing; my friend wanted us to be slaves to him. With tears in my eyes, that day we walked out on him. But today, I may not be as rich as him, but I have my own hotel and lounge, and two of my friends I’ve helped them they are doing well too. This bastard Fred says I should come and be his best man in his wedding, and I told him to drop dead and ended the call. None of us are going to his wedding.