Who do you think you are?
He doesn’t know who he is anymore. He used to be somebody – does that makes him a nobody now?
What gives you the right to behave like this?
Easy: money. Having it is all that matters; money means carte blanche.
Shouldn’t you treat others the way you’d want to be treated?
Everyone used to treat him like royalty; he rewarded it, yet none of his crowd stuck around after he’d lost everything. They follow the money; they ignore him if he’s lucky, call him names if he isn’t.
Who do they think they are?
My story this week is more wishful thinking than fable. A girl can dream, right?