While walking from one piece of artwork to the next, I learned Byran had gained his wealth from a dead uncle who invented a string of computer video games in the early 1990s. The uncle had passed within the last ten years from emphysema and left Byran with seventeen-point-two million dollars, enough for the guy to play around with for years to come
Unfortunately, my date with Bryan didn’t work out. Money sometimes caused a wealthy man to become arrogant, which Bryan clearly stated to me. Plus, he really didn’t like to take showers, a little fact I would have enjoyed learning from Miller prior to going out on the date.
In the end, we had wine at the gallery, chatted a bit, and parted ways in a polite fashion. Byran returned to his condominium with its million-dollar view of Pittsburgh, and I slinked home to my matchbox-size house, a Tudor built in 1954 with its original bathroom fixtures. Our worlds could never mix again.
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