I am richer than my opponent

I must defend myself from my opponent's accusationsI don’t deny that there was a lot of luck in my story that has made me so successful. However, I’d like to point out spots where I was unlucky as well. Ending up living on the streets was of course my own fault, but I also was unlucky with the situation. My first business failed. Though I wasn’t too determined I was also fairly unlucky. A lot of the lucky things that happened to me were also a result of my ambition. For instance, the guy that I talked to in order to get the job at the investing firm is not a real shocker. People are presented with opportunities all the time. Most people lack confidence and can’t capitalize on these opportunities like I can. So, although luck played a big role in my financial success it is not the only factor. Also it doesn’t prove that my story is false. If I wanted to make my story more believable I could have simply stated that I won the lottery. That I put the money in mutual funds and other good investments and bam. Did it cross your mind that I may have shared my story intentionally because it is so adventurous? I probably would not have made the debate if I didn’t have an interesting life to share. Reece Pole was an awesome person indeed. When we were in high school and I bullied him his self-esteem was so low. I think he thought he deserved to be treated the way he did. At times when I bullied him he actually thought we were friends. We weren’t actually friends until much later. We actually were fairly similar in a lot of regards. Basically he was just the uglier version of me without confidence. Later in life he was still ugly, but he had confidence and self-respect that made all the difference. You can’t change the cards you are dealt with, but you can change what you do with them. I got into the school that I did based on my parent’s reputation not my own. It was mainly my father who was so eager in putting me in a prestigious school. Tons of lazy people get into prestigious schools all the time. My GPA was two point something. Fact is, it didn’t matter since my parents were so well respected. After I graduated high school I no longer connected with Reece after school. It isn’t that uncommon to lose contact with the same people after high school. Think about when you claim you graduated? Did you stay connected with that many of your friends? If you did, then I would argue that is uncommon. Most people don’t stay connected with their friends after high school. Honestly, ask around. I didn’t mention Reece and his educational experience because it is an unnecessary detail to mention. I think it is pretty obvious he was going for some degree in computer science. I think he was actually in some sort of paid internship kind of thing. He wasn’t making that much, but he was definitely on the road to success. A man as brilliant as he would have no problem making his way through the world. The fact that I ran into Reece at the library isn’t that big of a shocker. You never run into people you know at the grocery store? I bet you know a friend who knows a friend whose aunt is married to your dad. The world is a small place. Besides Reece is a real book worm. Of all places I could find him a library is not that surprising. People make judgments about you in the first 5 seconds they see you whether you like it or not. I have knowledge about the stock market, because pretty much every person who comes from money has some degree of knowledge about the stock market. When I was a teen my father worked with me on how to set up an ROI and I learned a lot. Whenever my father talked about finances I listened, because it was about money that you put in an account and don’t really have to work for. I stuck my money into an S&P 500 and Dow Jones fund. When my father disowned me he took that money away from my account. The account was a custodial account so he legally could do it. When the business man and I talked, I used my charm and ability to make myself sound really important to my advantage. It isn’t hard to sell yourself well when you’ve been doing it your whole life. When I talked to this guy I directed the conversation in a way that would make the job offer “his idea” when it was really mine. You have the wrong picture in your mind. I didn’t just go up to the guy and be like “Hey, I’m an important person. Hire me please!” I talked to him very casually like you would a regular bro. His only prior knowledge about me is limited. All he could tell is that I was a guy with a suit working in a company. I gave the impression that I was important, have solid work ethic, and felt disgruntled about my job. If I remember correctly I began the conversation like this “Did so-and-so(don’t remember the name) leave you standing here while he could take a piss? That is so unprofessional. I’m sorry about that.” Notice immediately I mention how unprofessional what the other guy did was. I also apologize for him (aka: taking responsibility). I am making myself appear as if I am his superior. I say this with authority while not censoring my language by using the word “piss”. This implies that we are equals. If you really want the structure of the conversation broken down, it pretty much went like this: -made funny comment as an icebreaker -asked questions about line of work to inspire interest -reflected upon common knowledge any investor can agree with -present unique perspective that makes me different than everyone else (adds value to myself) -talk about own job, working long hours and wanting to do good, but upset with job and unrealistic expectations of a hardworking individual The shift of interest to uninterest in my speech from investing to my programming job was exaggerated to give him the idea to offer me a job. He also, genuinely liked me. A lot of people struggle getting genuine likeness and respect at the same time. I am really, really good at this stuff and I don’t even really think about what I’ve done until after I’ve gotten what I’ve wanted. My father had disowned me so yeah, I told my mom “Tell him I’m glad he’s dying and that I’m more successful than he ever was or possibly could be.” The message was crueler when I said it to my mother, because I knew she would sensor it. If I was speaking directly to my father it may not have been as harsh. I was really pissed at him for disowning me though. So who knows, maybe I would have. Reece did make a program that could predict penny stock fluctuations. Reece and I did make a lot of money. Was the program 100% accurate no, absolutely not. However, it was extremely good at approximations. At any one time I did not invest more than 4% of my bankroll on a single penny stock. I should clarify something. On the night he showed me the program it did not actually make all that much money. There was one night where we both did make a bunch of money and that was the night that I talked about. I was the first to discover Reece was murdered, because he called me. I did not pick up the phone until the following morning where in the message I heard heavy breathing and what sounded like a gunshot. That is when I panicked and fled to Canada. The reason I chose Canada was because we previously flew to Canada in the past for business dealings with other companies. Not to mention it was close by. Most of us working at the firm were being paid under the table. The company would have violated equality laws, because there would have been too many white people working at the firm on record. They had no connection to Reece or me ever working there. The police did not even discover Reece’s body until weeks later due to questioning. Reece’s software was the cause of the FBI discovering the place, but nobody knew who it was. The FBI only knew where it was coming from. The FBI did contact me, but it was only about the phone call I received by Reece since I was the last person that he called. He actually called his parents first, but they didn’t answer. No suspicions were ever aroused. They did not suspect me as a murderer since it doesn’t make sense for a victim to call the person doing the murdering. They asked me about my line of work. I mostly talked about online affiliate marketing and business jargon. I told them that I was a good friend of Reece and that he gave good financial advice. Then they left. Keep your enemies close, but your friends closer. I always keep important information about my friends in case they turn on me. People have done some surprising things and I’ve learned to be cautious. I would not have ever taken from Reece while he was alive unless he did something really despicable. I have a good moral conscious. I only transferred money after he died. I transferred his money to multiple gambling sites mind you (see quote below). Also, I didn’t just use Paypal. If you read my story you will see that it says “While I was in Canada I moved Reece’s money over to gambling sites in his name and leaked it to a bunch of Russians in exchange for payment through Paypal and other money transferring sites.” So if I have remorse for what I did or whatever I have to turn myself in? Where is the logic in that? Turning myself in to the law doesn’t make my life better nor does it rid any guilt. Making a complete irrational emotional decision is not in my best interest. Thanks, but no thanks. Am I proud of the way I became rich? Not really. I wish I would have done it in a more moral way, however I can’t change the past, only who I am. Is my story crazy? Yes. Is it dramatic? Yes. Am I telling the truth? Yes. Every part of this story is absolutely true as wild as it may seem.