After my Dad Died

None of my father’s friends, whom he had known since college, offered to help my elderly mother or my mentally disabled sister.

Aside from a few people like Edwin & Marie and Joe & Marsha, no one reached out or helped after about a year. That’s when I realized friends are just people who use you to kill time on the weekends. Family, isn’t any better , But I stopped working in Mamhattan twice and Aspen once to come back home to take care of my sister sister and mom.

I’m not bragging that I’m selfless; although I am. I built a nightclub that I was planning to give to my best friend, Dan. Well, we had a falling out because I disrespected his sister at my cousin’s wedding in Las Vegas (I’m sorry) so we weren’t talking. So instead of giving the keys of the club to Dan, I sold it for $2,000 a month to his other best friend, Jace. I really wanted you guys to have a coolest place in Seattle when I left. I’m sorry I screwed up. I love you guys, and D too.