Monday, August 2, 2010

Our Parties Are Better Than Your Parties

So the whole thing started with a party, early in the year, maybe even the very first weekend, before classes started. So do you want to go to a party, sure, do you want a drink, sure, do you want her to suck your dick, sure. Ok so now pay up, what you think girls suck dick for free?
Then they say ok well there are ways besides aren't you from one of those mafia nations, I bet you could get his or that, so bring us this or that next year and no problems (they didn't really believe she was that kind of connected and expected her to fail or get in a jam or something and then they would have escalated their demands)
Anyway at this point things could have begun to go very badly, but our friend just played along like she was taught and then when she went home she went straight to the people who told her she had better not mess up in certain ways and told them exactly why she needed to mess up in certain ways. So they led her through the whole process step by step and even in the grey areas she didn't mess up one bit.
Later she got depression in her chosen field, which was kinda important work but work that didn't need to be done by her, and couldn't be done by her any more and she was messing it up, so some shuffling occurred so we could keep her stable and using her skills in a good way, and somewhere some other first generation kid suddenly got their head on straight.