Too Big For My Own Good

Real Estate hadn’t panned out as I hoped, and I found myself taking a job at a law firm in downtown NYC. The pay was low and the job was tedious, but I needed a steady paycheck. However, working with so many women at the firm began to affect my personal life. I started receiving sexual advances from my female colleagues, which was a boost to my ego. But it also caused problems at home, and my wife and I were going through a rough patch. I was consistently surrounded by people who were interested in being a part of my entertainment endeavors, and it was a distraction from my job. I would often go to work hungover from late-night partying, and the dullness of the job didn’t help. The women in the office would constantly flirt with me, which only made me feel better about myself. But I was naive to the reality that it was causing issues in my marriage. Brenna started to doubt my loyalty, and our relationship was on the rocks. The job became a source of anxiety, and I couldn’t wait to be done with it. Meanwhile, my entertainment business was thriving, and my passion for music was rekindled. I couldn’t wait to get back on stage and feel the rush of performing. I started planning more shows and making music a main focus again. I was determined to dominate the entertainment industry, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I did. I’d spend my evenings making pit stops to West 8th Street, visiting BBQs and getting hammered before going home to my mother’s house, where she and Brenna disappointingly awaited my arrival.

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