I used to live in southern California. Montecito, to be exact (near Santa Barbara). During my time there, my dad had a co-worker, who worked in the same exact job as him, named John Wilczak. Mine and his families were very similar in terms of finance. My family then moved to Maine, where I currently live. John stayed, respectively, in California. My dad started working in a similar position with a new company. John stayed with the same company he was with, and moved more quickly up the executive ladder. About 5 years after we moved, my family and I re-visited California to remember out old lives a little bit. John was suddenly the CEO of my dad's old employer, living on a ranch in Santa Ynez, possessing a pool, tennis courts, and a Michael Shoemaker Ferrari.
Fuck me, right?