Royally Fucked

Its been one of those days man. Nothing seems to be going right. Already had a few glasses of whiskey, normally this does this trick but not today. Nothing seems to be able to fill the emptiness. I called Byron, The Baron, that didn't go so well. He acted like we were good again, like nothing ever happened. He said I owed him a little money still. Fine. I'm not into having debts, only checks. Then it started to get bad. he said I could help him out and he could help me out. With my connections, and the people in my industry, he could make some serious loot, he proposed a sort of you scratch my back, ill scratch yours. But I shut him up quick, I told him I'm done with that shit. He didn't take this too well..

"Its cool Sir Sterling, you can say bye bye to Byron after you get what you need, your all about you aren't ya? you get yours and your done, sing some songs, get some girls, pop some pills, you ain't neva help your boys!"

Not true, Jessie was my best friend along with Byron back in the day we had dreams of making it but we had different paths. But look at me now, back where I started. He hung up the phone in a rage, I know I'll talk to him again soon. 

I also talked to Jessie today. He chewed me out for so long, hes pissed at me now. Thats why Jessie's my boy though, he speaks his mind, lets me know when I fuck up, and lets me know when I do good. He says studio is boring without me, they had a few random people in to sing a few hooks, test out the sound, nothing special though. Jessie says he hopes I get back on the job soon, he doesn't know how long hes gonna stay here if it stays like this. Something strange happened though, I asked Jessie about my gun, he was on vacation with me, so I figured he would be the best person to ask. I told him how I found my gun,and he froze on the phone. he was like "man I gotta go, ill call you later." click, boom, hang up, done. My mind is racing. What is happening to me? What happened to my gun? What happened to my career? 

I stared for a long time at the plastic baggies I found in my pocket, the contents of the baggies kept looking better and better. I should'a told Byron to take the money and that shit back, take it all back, before I get royally fucked.