People think I live a glamorous life with all my travel, partying with models and excessive alcohol abuse. They see the images I project without understanding the life I live and what I sacrifice to make it possible. The truth is I sell my body and soul to a client who doesn’t give a fuck about me. Before I leave I have thoughts of escaping my life but as soon as I board Platform 9 & 3/4 I get a cold rush that washes over me that I actually equate to comfort. I can no longer be touched by emotion and I am prepared to do what needs to be done to get through another nights work.

Once I arrive at the job I turn inward for escape focusing on self improvement so that when I return I can leave this life behind knowing full well that probably wont be. I know Im addicted to the Highs and Lows of what I do. I also know that the life I live at home perpetuates my lifestyle because the problem with whore money is that it comes to easy and goes to fast. You have to make up for the the time lost and drink away what it took to obtain it. That money becomes a drug that I suck every last drop out so that I feel forced to go turn another trick to get more.

It wasnt always this way. There was a time when I was a hero surrounded by god’s who would die for me. Now Im surrounded by contract girls who would sell me out for a larger slice of the pie or just to watch me burn. Honor amongst thieves I suppose. Dancing for dollars or fighting for them the difference is nil. I use to fight for love now I just want to feel it but until then Ill have my BMW and Rolex to keep me warm at night. #RWR