Two guys in a city

   In New York City, or maybe somewhere else, two guys used to live: Good guy and Bad guy. They were the same age and went to the same school, to the same class. They even sat next to each other, but then life somehow parted them.
   Bad guy always wanted “all of this” and “right now” and walked all over people. He never got acquainted with eight-hour work, hourly payment and paid vacation. As a result, not at once, of course, not at once, but eventually he made a lot, really a lot. And more: he acquired reliance that if a man really wanted a lot, he would receive it, and if he did not receive much, then he never really wanted it.
   Good guy believed that it’s nice to be modest, that a man should be pleased with what he had, that one doesn't need to struggle too much or make somebody else struggle.
   Bad guy adored to change houses and cars. Neighbors used to all go to admire new technical miracle carelessly parked on his driveway.
   Good man enjoyed public transportation, assuring himself and others that it brings less worries and ensures a healthy lifestyle.
   For Bad guy a woman always been a prize and with each new achievement, after each significant victory he needed a new woman, better, prettier, younger than the previous one. Those previous he always worthy provided. The former wives and mistresses did not take offense, they were pleased to be a prized women just for some time.
   For Good guy the wife was reality. Destiny. As everything else. He loved his wife and their children as like the sunset into the sea or green leaves, like the life such as it is.
   Bad guy also loved his children. Indeed, they were his children! And from bunch of women he had a lot of children. He cared of each child and each spoiled separately.      
   Sometimes, in a fit of altruism, Bad guy tried to acquaint someone from his offspring with somebody from the children of Good guy, but somehow this never worked.
   Good guy never invited Bad one to the guests, he did not want to be shamed of relative wretchedness of his way of life. He did not want to give reason to Bad guy to pity him. Naturally, he never came on a visit to Bad guy, though was invited constantly, in order not to give himself a reason for envy.
   From some time Bad guy began to render willingly charity, it started to appeal to give interviews and to sit in head tables. Besides his children were assisted by the father-patron of art's reputation. Sometimes he even helped, with money or liaisons, different individuals, in the same time digging it the smallest details of person’s problems.
   Good guy always tried to help people. He assisted them by sympathy, council, sometimes even physically.
   So they lived beside, Good guy and Bad guy.
   And they died in one day.