it was one of those nights that happens where it takes some time to digest as what happens reflects on your own perspective of life.
carter sat down next to us as a friend of a friend. i was entrenched in a "getting to know a cute girl named serena" (who unfortunately lives with her boyfriend). and wendy was being sociable on a chilly sunday night by the pool at the W. "hi nice to meet you". and then 5 minutes later, carter, the guy with dyed blonde hair, purple 3 quarter khaki's, tods and monogram wallet and cell phone holder started his monologue.
but first he sipped his whiskey, and took a drag of his cigarette.
"what would you do if you had 3 months left to live...i was diagnosed with brain cancer. and i just got over lung cancer last year. my dad died of cancer. my brother died at 32 of health issues. my mom lives in japan and when she comes to taiwan, she doesn't want to see me. i don't have any financial burden, so what would you do with the next 3 months..."
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