OK … Now What?

Back in NYC after a year in NJ, the city’s relentless energy welcomed me with open arms. The skyscrapers, the bustling streets, the blaring horns – it all felt like home. But as I settled back into my life, I couldn’t help but notice the void that had been left by my time at Storm’s house. Gone were the days of feeling like I was part of something bigger. I was back to square one, navigating the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry without having a mentor nearby. As the days went on, I found myself searching for ways to make money and capitalize on the knowledge I had gained during my year away. I hustled, pitching ideas to anyone who would listen, but success seemed to elude me at every turn. With each passing day, the pressure mounted, and my dreams of global domination seemed to slip further from my grasp. It wasn’t long before I rediscovered an unhealthy way to cope with my mounting failures. The corner stores of New York City, with their neon signs advertising beer 24/7, began to call my name. It started with a can or two in the evenings, a way to numb the pain of another day spent chasing a seemingly unattainable dream. But as time wore on, my consumption grew, and I found myself drinking away my sorrows more and more often. In the haze of my alcohol-fueled stupor, I could forget about the setbacks, the rejections, and the crushing weight of my own expectations. But each morning, as the sun rose over the concrete jungle, the reality of my situation came crashing down around me. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, and the disappointment in myself was becoming all too routine. I knew that I couldn’t continue down this path, and that I needed to find a way to break free from the destructive cycle I had found myself in. I couldn’t let myself down. But how could I pull myself out of the darkness and find my way back to the light?