Another day, another fucking whiskey bottle down my gullet with my employees. Yeah, it’s been going well but I had to make up things to Verone, my older Popstar ex. Things haven’t gone out well with Stolas, she was getting tired of me acting like an asshole and I only realized it right at the end. I guess now I have enough time to think about it. As I sit at a cafe, ordering a latte, I relax and take a moment to find myself. I nod as I get my latte and even give the waiter a tip.