After visiting the bank to pick up all the money he got from selling his shitty website, David ran into a friend. "Hey friend, how are you? What have you been up to since last we spoke?"

The friend replied, "Not much. Just got done smoking some methamphetamine. Hey why'd you sell that site? It was a good place for me to vent about my pointless life and call people slurs because they're the most advanced words in my vocabulary."

"It just wasn't working anymore," and pointing to the bag of money he had just withdrawn, "Plus I needed the money."

"Thats funny," his friend laughed. Atmosfear then withdrew his gun and shot 12 bullets into David's chest. Atmosfear took the bag of money and dropped it off at his Meth dealer's flat to pay off his debt.