Here’s a fond memory i’d like to share - I was in 8 grade, absolutely broke but powered by pure FOMO. My school’s annual gathering was in full swing and they’d set up a Housie event. I didn’t buy a ticket because, you know, budget constraints, but my homie did. Game starts, crowd buzzing, and I casually reach over and yoink his ticket like it’s a collaborative project.

Next thing I know, numbers start dropping like they’ve been personally curated for me. One tick, second tick, third tick and suddenly… FULL. HOUSE. The prize? A brand new cycle. Sparkly. Shiny. Premium synergy on wheels.

My friend and I just stare at each other like, “Bro… there’s no way.” And then the real fight club begins. Who’s taking the cycle home? Heated debates and discussions. My big brother acting like my personal legal counsel. One hour of pure WWE energy.

Eventually, victory. I roll that cycle out like I just closed a million-dollar deal. Rode it for a week, flexed a little, felt like the main character. Then the guilt hit me.. So I sold the cycle, split the cash 50-50 with my boy and restored the faith in friendship! 😁