"Alright...You really don't know when to quit, huh? My father owned and ran an oil company in Minnesota. He, being a native, showed me the game when I was very, very young. One day while he was on the job...I was about 7...There was an accident...I was pulled out of school and told that my father was dead. Hockey is the only way I can talk to him now. My mother recently couldn't take it anymore and sold the company and moved far away...To California, that's why I'm here now. Until you're in my position, don't talk to me about freeing yourself...And I don't need your pity. Cya later. Here's five fifty, call a damn cab."
Chris slammed a five dollar bill and two quarters on a nearby table.
Chris waved to the other 3(or 4, however many) and yelled, "Cya guys!"