I am writing this because I am so proud of my younger friend. I am also so sad for my older friend who I have known for longer. The former is so based it's amazing. The latter is so utterly cucked it's actually heartbreaking. Me? I live in a private room inside an industrial style MMA gym and am training for a fight (rapidly approaching) while going to school for pre-med ( 3.7 GPA) and I am also consistently fucking this 18 year old girl who is an 8.0 ( Charlize Theron at age 22 as a 10 for scale)

I happened upon some videos while deleting dropbox stuff for expanded storage. I found some videos of myself when I was practicing vocals with my voice teacher. At the time I was skinnier, way insecure, a smoker, did drugs occasionally. Frankly I consider myself to be pathetic at that time. Maybe not to others, ( I have always been able to swing the absolute hottest girls) but I just thought to myself "Jesus Christ what a flimsy ass frame!!!! That's the type of frame the Big Bad Wolf could knock over with his wolf-girlfriend's queef"

Sad! I remember the turning point for me was when I got dumped by a model back in early 2014. I acted weak. A typical beta frontin' like an alpha. The hot ones especially smell that out, no matter how hard you try and bluff it. Problem was, I had NO fucking idea what the redpill was. Once I swallowed it, it completely changed my life's trajectory. Now I'm absolutely killing it and based as fuck. Sincerely I offer thanks to you all and especially the progenitors of this sub. I don't even WANT to think about where I would be without the rp sidebar. It truly can be a literal lifesaver. Thank you.

Gentleman, this post is about my two friends. One typifies the blue pill. One typifies the red pill. I'll start with the one that I am most proud of.

My friend "Eddie" just turned 21. When he first moved to Portland, he was 18, so I have known him about 3 years or so. I have seen the RP transform him from a weakling fuckboy into a fucking absolute beast who is actually rather debonair for a 21 year old guy!!!!!!!! I'm going to absolutely brag on him because I'm slightly abashed to say that this kid has been a project of mine. When we met I had just turned 27, the redpill had been digesting for almost 2 years.

As fate would have it, Eddie and I both moved to Portland Oregon within a month of each other from separate states on the East Coast without ever previously meeting and both ended up in the same neighborhood in inner SE Portland. We met when I went to his work at a gas station and instantly hit it off. I saw him as having so much potential, him 19 and me 27. I was trying to take him under my wing. In fact, a previous post of mine detailed a ridiculous situation in which when I was at his work and in the very middle of a long sermon on the RP anti-biotic nuke and up came a 8.0 girl who approached ME while I was talking to Eddie. I fucked her THAT NIGHT and it was primo.

That was enough for him to think " Wow, what the fuck man. This guy has something I want"

I was a good friend to him. He at the time was nothing to be considered as far as women goes. He was awkward, weak frame, on adderal, green as hell, kind of lame.

Just last night Eddie dropped by my house. We aren't like best buds or anything but we shoot texts and meet up maybe once a month. He had quit his job at the gas station 2 months ago. He got a new haircut. He has been consistently reading the 48 laws of power. He was making good money in sales. And he was wearing a three piece suit. You know, when I was walking towards the entrance to my home (this MMA gym) I was actually thinking that I would be better dressed than Eddie. When he walked up he was wearing a fitted 3 piece suit with a new haircut and looked like a million fucking dollars. Completely RP transformation. Not just the clothes. The swagger. The whole deal. This is a guy that girls would fall for. Previously... hell nah. I think I deserve a little credit. Actually come to think of it I think that he mentioned that when we spoke about his new situation. He's a hell of a kid and I am so goddamn proud. Sonofabitch!

I reluctantly will now move on to a more tragic tale. There are numerous tragedies that every man must face. No man is without them. I have lost my best friend. He didn't physically die, but he has been dead for years.

We met in 2006 in college and were instantly best friends. He was always more Alpha than me in college. I had girls, a record label, I was taller, but this mother fucker was always gnarlier and more beast-mode. He was my ride or die homie. We had a band together, he was always slaying pussies at once and I just had my main-stay hot girlfriends.

He got tangled up in a deadly one-itis and attempted suicide back on July 3rd of 2014. Ever since their break up in '14 ...basically this kid is addicted to weed and alcohol and occasionally cocaine. He has 0% frame. He is not physically fit. He doesn't have a job and is living off his inheritance from a dead uncle. He is EXTREMELY emotional to the point where it's not fun to hang out with him. He's become paranoid about conspiracies and doesn't utilize logic whatsoever. He has genital herpes he told me and that seems to have obliterated his confidence with women.

He said that he was going to make some life changes and move to Portland. I encouraged him to do so!!!! I was like yeah dude come learn some Jiu Jitsu, the pussy is SO easy out here and get the fuck out of Arizona it's kind of a shithole. Com get your shit together and RP up with me. He seemed on board. When he came out here for the recon trip 3 weeks before his projected move date, I knew that there was something very wrong! Since we lived in different states, I had no idea that he was abusing drugs. He fronted like an alpha on the phone, but he just looked old, sad, washed up, no confidence, frail, excuses, beta... a shell of his former self.

That was a hard hit to take, but I was like fuck it he's my homie and we've all been there. But he started fucking up royally during his visit. He stashed his weed in my bookbag w/o telling me and I opened it up in front of my chemistry teacher- only by sleight of hand was I able to conceal this little surprise. Expelled? He basically got REALLY fucked up the whole time he was here and made a total ass of himself. When I tried to approach him about it he would have none of it. He cut me off for a month and now is moving to somewhere else to go to some faggy Yoga school- yet another vague and metaphysical institution meant to prolong adolescence and keep you swallowing the blue-pill. It could be cool for some people totally, but I know what he's doing. He doesn't want to fucking grow up.

I have known him 10 years and love him like a brother. I am a little jaded at how he had treated me like absolute shit as a friend after years and years of patience, coming along side of him, supporting him through the suicide attempt and trying to RP him and leading by example. He's staying with my RP mutual friend of 20 years who very actively laments to me via telephone about how much of a putz he is. It's hard to be around.

I went out tonight for 3 whiskies to celebrate my acing an organic chemistry final. I thought to call him when I was buzzed ( a very rare occasion for me) because I wanted to talk to him and smooth things over. I thought against it because I had been drinking and I don't want him to hear me when I have had a few drinks. A best friend of 10 years- a very intelligent man and no matter how long and hard I try and RP him he still continues to act like a pod person, floating in pink ectoplasmic goo and dining on digital code in a malignant fantasy land causing chaos and pain everywhere that he stumbles. I would do anything to help him and have tried, but honestly I think that he might end up dying somehow. FUCK that's sad to write but goddamn if it isn't the truth.

Gentleman, I conclude my post with recognition in how this community has changed lives for the better. As individuals we have raised the bar on our lives, overcome obstacles, developed frame, slammed pussies, made art, started businesses, fought for our well-being as men. I raise my glass to the friends that I have, regardless of their circumstances, and wherever they may be. Goodnight.