As the clock struck midnight and the ball dropped in Times Square, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. This was the first New Year’s Eve in a long time where I wasn’t a complete mess. I had managed to suppress my feelings about my father’s addiction and focus on work and my career in entertainment. And while things weren’t perfect, they were looking up. My wife and daughter were sitting beside me on the couch, watching the festivities on TV. I wrapped my arm around Brenna’s shoulder and pulled her close, feeling grateful for her and our little family. Alenna was bouncing on my lap, excited by the colorful display on the screen. I took a sip of my drink and leaned back, letting out a contented sigh. Bud and Roach Show was a constant in my life, and although the paychecks I was making taking odd jobs weren’t always steady, they were healthy when they came, which alleviated the pressure of turning our entertainment into money. Our fanbase was steadily growing, and I felt that 2020 was going to be the year that we blew up. As the night went on, we watched the performances and the crowds in Times Square, marveling at the energy and excitement of it all. Brenna and I shared a kiss at midnight, and Alenna giggled and clapped her hands. It was a beautiful moment, and I felt grateful that for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t a huge fuck up. I was still drinking, but I was providing for my family, and that made me happy. Although “Good Morning Bushwick” was on ice for the time being, I saw it more as a chance to refocus our energy on the Bud and Roach brand. We had big plans for the show, and I knew that we were on the cusp of something great. This was the start of something new, something positive. I knew that there would be challenges ahead, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could handle them. And that was a feeling I wouldn’t trade for anything.

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