I was such a giant bully back in my hardcore club dwelling days.

I was in the inner circle and I abused that power. I admit it I wasn't very nice to those who I deemed beneath me. There was this one guy in particular I was especially awful to. He was annoying and wanted to be in the inner circle so badly. He was a busboy at one of the clubs I frequented and I was nasty. I would purposely spill stuff or drop my glass and call out busboy. I would make fun of his club outfits. I wasn't very nice. Worst of all I never apologized.

What's funny is I ended up becoming the very thing I made fun of. I became the drooling drugged out zombie I used to actively avoid. I became the joke. That guy I made fun of? Yeah he pretty much replaced me when I fell down the drug ladder too hard.