So I was playing with one of my friends and his friend who I didn’t know. While I was destroying them as I normally do, they set up a plan to do stupid trick shots that I couldn’t do. As expected, I lost. But I was a loser more sore than James Harden or the Bad Boy Pistons. I ran away from those two without them knowing because I wanted to win that badly, even though it didn’t matter. I went home and lied that I had a good time. Surely enough, 10 minutes later, my friend shows up at my address. At the time, I wanted to get away from them so badly, even though I was hanging in the Living Room. At the time, I regretted giving him my address, but now I realize how much of a frickin idiot I was for thinking that. He thought I got kidnapped because I left without them knowing. I didn’t even bother coming up with an excuse at the time like “hey I need to go for my grandmother’s funeral” or something like that. I look back at this time in my life a lot.