When you are rich you develop a heightened sense of monetary prosperity and feel an uncontrollable wave of revulsion upon coming into contact with poor people.
I would go to the country club in order to be that one guy who becomes rich and then sullies the country club with his poor mannerisms. Drinking straight out of the punch bowl, attempting to breakdance on the ballroom floor, just anything that would pop that one guy's monocle.
I would also maybe chat up rich girls. A strange thought, considering I don't hit on girls now. I guess that's mandatory for straight/bi guys trying to crash a rich people occasion?
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead