The Story Of The Other Prodigal Son | The Player's Lifestyle

The Parable of the Player (The Story of the Other Prodigal Son & His Two Sisters) My name is... well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I was born with a fire in my belly. I grew up in a small village, in a house filled with love but empty of ambition. My father, a good man, was the "poor dad" in the stories—he knew how to work, but not how to win. My mother knew how to love, but not how to lead. They were good people, but they were lames, clueless of The Game. My brothers followed their path, content to work for small change, save a little, and find a nice girl. They were broke and still living at home, yet they had the nerve to doubt my dreams. I was different. I saw the world not as a place to survive, but as a kingdom to be conquered. I didn't want a job; I wanted wealth. I wanted to come back home with riches, to take care of my mother, to make my father proud, and to show my brothers that the fire they saw as foolishness was actually the mark of a king...