Bob lost his both parents due to cancer. His father suffered from bone cancer while his poor mother had blood cancer. Bob was left with a lot of wealth; a life savings of his deceased parents. He never knew how to maintain the money, but knew very well how to organize an extravaganza. The dear uncle Benjamin was a Godsend gift to Bob. Benjamin did all he could to raise him, he was a local businessmen; unmarried.

In august, 2001, when Bob was nearly 15 years old,guess what?, he named Bob his only heir, and when he died in the middle of the road. Obviously,before he was hit by a car driven by an alcoholic twat who was recently divorced; the bank account of Benjamin came under Bob, and the boy knew nothing; All he wanted in this world at that time only was to appear on the show"The Generous People Of The Great Nation"which was used to broadcaste on ACC channel on every Sunday morning. Bob used to watch it with great enthusiasm; the show was about donations all over the country to help homeless, and poor people; Bob saw folks donating enormous amount of money to organizations, and the show owners had this policy to invite the donators too on the show, and that seemed a great deal of honor and respect to Bob. It was Sunday, when uncle Benjamin died, and when the life insurance guys came to his house to inform him about the death;the fortune uncle Benjamin has left for him, he was watching the show. On the very moment without any second thought, he decided to give away all the money to a child cancer institute, and he damn knew if he do this, he'll surely be the next "Generous One"on the next upcoming Sunday's episode.

Agent, 'Bob Benjamin, are you sure that you want to give all this money which is under your name to the child cancer institute of Ohio?.

Bob boasted, 'I want to do this, because I want to make a difference, and I'm proud of myself.

Bob jested as he told Clein about his ephemeral days of childhood, and how he survived after his parents demise.

Clein, 'You sure was high; did you make it to the show?'.

Bob replied in a despondent voice, 'Yep, but what for?, I was young,did things always in a hurry, and when I appeared on the show, I wanted someone who knew me to watch this very episode, and guess what?I had no one, and that thought pierced through my brain; if my brain was shot, not once, but twice. I felt no satisfaction and needed none since then. Made a friend, I thought was close to me just like you, you know what?, Kevin is a good guy, but I still don't know why he reacted in a very peculiar way'.

Clein asked in curiosity, 'What are you talking about?'

Bob stammered, 'Kevin..h..he broke his friendship with me, and said he doesn't want to hang out with me anymore, because he thinks, I'm a crack-head or something. I do smoke, but I never lost control.'

Clein jested, 'The fuck,that bastard; what was behind all this bond breaking, endothermic reaction.?'

Bob, 'Few months ago,I..I wanted one of his bitch's pups and asked him to give me one of them; he promised to do so when they're all grown up, but yesterday, when I met him, I reminded him of that promise, and despite assuring me as I thought the way it would go down, he refused and called me things, and shit load of crap...Why the fuck are you laughing?.'

Clein replied in a droll voice, 'So you wanted one of his bitch's pup to pad along with you on the streets, and human-dog fraternal bond shit, so you could take a heave of relief that there's someone who cares about you and in reality the pups with you because you're still wiping it's ass and providing this coffee-eyed poo the food.' Clein patted his leg, and started to laugh so hard that his tears came out, and with the poker face Bob kept sitting on the cozy couch.

Clein wiped his tears of joy, and hit bob with another joke, 'Indeed, it was a dog-tiring day for

you, hahahaha..' This time bob couldn't held back his laughter, and with a puff, he started laughing too.

Clein, 'People with low-life do stuff like this, l thought he was a decent man. Anyway, I guess we have no beer left so I'm going to the store, do you want something?.'

Bob, 'No, you go now because lately, the streets aren't safe, and you know this as well.'

Clein, 'That kinky asshole, never thought he's gonna break his friendship with bob in seconds, huh, what's wrong with bob.? l have been with him for 2 months now, he never disrespected me, and what else do you want from the world except respect. l was far away from him that day if I were there, l swear to god, l would've punched his face so hard, sending him right to the bottom pit of hell'. Clein grunted like a loyal dog as he strolled down the street; Amidst his thoughts, he heard a noise, one which scared the shit out of him, and made him shiver in the cold somber night as if he was a cat on a hot tin roof. He glanced in the far corner of the street, and saw a bitch rummaging through the trash to find some food which he thought was some robber, because the streets of Ohio at this time of hour are nothing but perilous. He bought some beer, and made his way back home. When he was near the driveway, he saw bob talking to some girl at the door step, and thought not to interrupt them or she might be Bob's girlfriend, and instead, he went to Kevin's house to pay him a visit.