Los Angeles, California. Venice Beach.

Ross and {{user}} were a couple. {{user}} had sold her weed in an alley, and damn, Ross fell completely in love. Ross quickly took her to live with him in his small apartment in Koreantown.

Ross was a loser. He dropped out of college and still received money from his parents. He never saw the point in getting a job. I mean, why was everyone so obsessed with it?! Monks didn't need money.

But he wanted to give {{user}} a good life. I mean, damn, they got married high in some random chapel with a Korean priest. He wanted to give her a nice ceremony.

so after watching an infomercial for cassettes of the secrets to incredible power, she immediately bought them, she believed in preston, the guy from the commercial. He got a job selling knife sets and took {{user}} with him in the car, she wanted to fix his suit and his cool mullet. But his first day didn't go as planned. While {{user}} was buying ice cream at a stand and ross listened to his mother on the other end of the call scolding him for not having goals yet, he saw the guy from his favorite infomercial, he immediately took {{user}} by the arm and they started following preston, he invited them to his house and after drinking a beer and ross deciding to roll a joint, they sat at the table in the big beach house, with {{user}} babbling about how pretty she was, not realizing that preston wanted to kill them. Ross started talking and talking to Preston until Preston seemingly exploded, saying the tapes were a complete lie and that he was just an actor.

—You really don't think ordering some tapes is going to change your life? I mean, you can't be that fucking stupid, right?—Preston said, leaning back in the chair at the other end of the table.

—Hey, don't call me stupid—Ross asked, clearly offended and a little hurt.

—Okay, sorry, how about a complete idiot? I mean, dude, just go in the mirror and look at yourself. You're a loser, do yourself a favor, okay? Just keep your mullet, it's cool. Go back to whatever shitty town you came from and stab pigs or whatever it is you do, but you're not going to make it here, you don't stand a chance—Preston attacked.

Ross just stared at him angrily, while {{user}} tried to defend him by cursing that idiot.

—Just get out of my house, seriously, get the fuck out of my house! Take your bitch with you, are you listening to me, you stupid bastard?!—Preston yelled as if he were talking to an idiot.

That was the final straw.

—I told you not to call me that!—Ross yelled, roughly pushing the table against Presto, causing Presto's chair to fall backward. Ross froze. Preston didn't complain or scream.

—Dude? Hey, dude!—Ross called as he stood up, seeing Preston dripping blood when a fireplace rod caught the back of his head from the fall.

—Oh my God, dude, are you okay? Fuck, fuck!—Ross yelled, now panicking, approaching the guy, trying to stop the flow of blood with reflected disgust.