Lately, my life has been the one I used to hear in rap lyrics, the one I used to envy.
"Hoppin’ in and out of vans, on the buses, on the planes. Gettin' brain from a bitch and thinkin’ “god damn, what’s her name?”
I have to be thankful to Tinder, especially, for allowing me to set up impromptu dates when I land in a new city. But Tinder would be useless if I was not that awesome.
Models, actresses, artists, girls in finance.
Work has been great; I closed a few cases this week. I got a substantial bonus and a raise.
I have been working hard but I feel it’s not enough. People around me see “Lawblerer’s Season” all year round but I’m still aiming to do more.Things are just gonna get better going forward, the bar will just keep getting raised higher.
Leggy girl with a pretty face and she wore the short shorts like no other. We were leaving the bar and her student friends behind, passing in front of plenty of other establishments where people were lining up to get in.
She had brought her bag with her, full of books and her laptop. She complained about the weight and I offered to carry it for her before she asked.
"Still, I don’t even know how to introduce you to people. I don’t even know if I should be uneasy about the fact that my ex was present with us tonight…
- Don’t overthink. Meeting your ex was fine, except for the fact that he got weird with me and started drinking way too much and ended up throwing up… I don’t need a title, I told you we were not exclusive nor super serious and that’s as much definition as we need…
- Yeah… Sure. I’m good for your bed and we don’t need to further discuss our relationship because that’s good enough…
- Don’t be like that… I take you with me to events, I am here tonight meeting up with your friends with you… Look, I’m a fucking lawyer and I am carrying your bag full of useless shit and looking like one of your college buddies for you… Tell me that’s not caring, tell me that’s not consideration!”
She stepped towards me and hugged me from the side, laughing, kissing me on the cheek then pressing her head against my shoulder.
"Yeah… That’s pretty much it. You’re a fucking lawyer.” And she laughed some more.
I said I was back.
I promised I would be there for you but… you know me… I wasn’t; I was busy, working, being awesome, picking up girls in bars (yup, we still do that) that kind of stuff.
But I promise - again - that I will make a real effort to really keep you updated and take care of you.
Because things have been great, out here. I am back - I am back as fuck. I am on my old school lawblerer shit but 2.0: just more awesome at everything and even the good looks seem to have been even better.
- I am stacking loads of money (in cereal boxes, mainly) and also in my stock account (+51% this year - When I passed that “50%” mark, I bought a nice bottle of champagne and me and a friend went partying and I told this girl I brought home that she was the lucky winner of my celebration hookup);
- I am making this as a list because I know you love lists - you know you do;
- I have been traveling a lot (got laid in every city I have been, you know how I do);
- I now drink nothing but Grey Goose;
- You should check out Busta Rhyme’s latest music, especially the LP with Q-Tip;
- I brought in a client for my firm;
- I have seen things that would make me lose sleep if I was not so good at redefining my conception of good vs evil. But that is just what you have to do when you do business/law.
So everything is great in my life but I will definitely try to bring that awesomeness to this blog because I know you miss me.
It was the middle of the night.
We were in the middle of the street, only lit by the weak light of a few street lamps and the headlights of the cars which were still running, parked on both sides of the road.
I was standing around, with the senior partner. The client picked up his son, then walked to his wife and kissed her, introducing us. We had been the three of us together for more than half a day already, having lunch with his associate and then discussing his case.
His driver/bodyguard got in his car to go park it. The wife’s friends were standing on the side, talking. The client let his son down to greet his step parents.
It had this very “Godfather” feel to it, as an outsider being brought into the man’s very personal life, standing around with family, watching unfold private moments of his life, all of it right after seeing him play chess with others using millions, people, cities and relations.
I’m starting to see the value of those higher-end liquors.
I’ve always thought that the marginal difference in taste did not justify the gap in price-point but I figured out recently that the more expansive stuff was much easier to digest.
My alcohol of predilection : vodka.
Morning after drinking nearly a bottle of Absolut: feel like dying.
Morning after drinking nearly a bottle of Grey Goose: ready for a jog.
I am sure there are plenty of other factors but lately II have been joining on meeting with clients and drinking heavily at the office’s expense and drinking quality alcohol. At the same time, I am still attending college parties and I still go out with friends. I noticed a serious difference.
She was playing nervously with her glass then turned towards me. We had noticed each other and I introduced myself.
She started talking.
She lost my attention.
She realized and got quite irritated.
There really is nothing I can do about it; if you can’t interest me in a minute or two, I will drift off…
I watched her walk away, indifferent.