(Gunna roleplay in first person, its easier!)<br/>The sun beamed brightly through the tiny gap in the curtains. I draped one arm across my face, groaning softly. The painful headache was a strong reminder of what happened last night. But it was the usual. Street race, drink, take drugs, shag some random girl and then pass out. Like any normal night. I managed to drag myself off the sofa from where I had passed out, and I aimlessly wondered into the kitchen. Where I was confronted by a hungry Pitbull. Rio. 'Fuck off' I mumbled in annoyance when he jumped up at me. I opened the sliding patio door to let him outside. I was without a doubt a millionaire. But I wasn't stuck up. Just a complete using player when it came to girls. I couldn't help it. I just loved sex. I was a stud. I found my weed and began rolling a blunt, lighting it afterwards and taking a deep drag. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen side and checked it. The usual, girls asking to meet up. They never got replies. I only replied when I wanted to get laid.