Imagine yourself as this rich idiot who's always had everything handed to him. Yes, everything. This kid, he had more than enough money for him to throw around as he pleased. Surely he was satisfied, you think. But no. With lots of money come lots of problems. No matter what you think, money isn't everything. And there are guys who want to prove that they can achieve things.. achieve greatness without inherited money.

I've got this.. friend. I call him Nate. Nate and his older brother Sam have experienced so may great things.. adventures together despite never really having the money to do it. Some crazy luck has always been on their side, and more importantly, for most of the time they've had each other. What do I have? I have money, and with it the endless expectations of achieving something huge that everyone will remember me of.

One day I was minding my own business when Nate saw me and for some reason decided to walk up to me. He was alone. He said he just wanted to talk with me. I wanted to say that I didn't have the time for him, just to get out of the situation, but in the end I just shrugged. So Nate started talking about this and that, I wasn't even listening half the time. It didn't take much. Nate said a couple wrong words and I lashed out on him.

- You have no idea how I feel, Nate!

I said, clearly startling him.

- You and your brother.. you don't understand what it's like to have all the money in the world, but to still have accomplished nothing!

My sudden moment of anger seemed to confuse Nate greatly. The idiot didn't seem to understand what was wrong with me. I was usually so calm and collected, this was nothing like me.

- Rafe, I think you've lost me,

Nate said. Of course he did.

- What on earth is going on?

he then asked. I just stared at him blankly.

- You wouldn't understand, you never have! Haven't even tried. And why should you even care? You've got your brother, your wife, and God alone knows what else!

Nate simply blinked.

- Rafe, I think you need help,

he then dared to say.

- Help?

I repeated coldly.

- What exactly do you mean? Professional help?

Nate sighed and shook his head.

- No, you stupid idiot! I meant that the two of us could sit down and talk.

I thought about his suggestion for a little while, and shrugged. This could be interesting.

- Fine, Nate. Let's talk,

I said.

- But I'm not sure how you could help me,

I then added. Nate let out another sigh.

- Of course not, if you're not letting anyone near you! I want to see what I can do, but you can't just shut me out like that!

Wow. I was almost speechless, and I for sure wasn't expecting Nate to take this so seriously.

- Is there something you haven't told me? You sound like you've acted as a shrink more then once,

I noted. Nate let out a silent laugh and shook his head.

- No, I wouldn't put it like that. I just feel like I can't let my friends handle their problems alone.

- Yeah, friends...

I scoffed.

- Rafe.. shut up,

Nate demanded.

- Just shut up and tell me what's going on,

he continued on, and didn't really leave me any other choices.

- Okay, fine..

I finally said.

- I hope you've got time.