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I should probably start with something provocative. "Hmmm" Victor thought genuinely. "The guide to being a Victor is to bottle everything up and give it to the secretary you had an affair with. I just don't know how to start with this man." "Victor!" "The publisher is here to meet you." "She wants to check the progress of your excellent 5-page New York Times's Best-Selling Novel!" said Evelyn Angel with a gleam of humor yet seriousness. Ms. Angel has been my hands-on therapist and hands-off, the best woman an old soul like myself could ask for, BUT that's not the point here. The Guide to being a Victor is bein- "There he is, Mr. Diaz, we here at Hollow Page Publishing, are yearning for this acclaimed novel TMZ has been going crazy after!" The pursuit of happiness wasn't always a happy movie until the last 15 minutes of it and HPP is the mom who leaves in the first hour of the movie. Long story short, Ms. Cordiver needs to cut me some more slack before I cut something else. That something else landed me in large whiplashes and sent me to AA meetings. "is being able to ov-" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BURNED IT IN NORTH DAKOTA?" Screamed Ms. Cordiver. Victor Diaz's very own paid defender Ms. Angel, "highly confidential for the sake of this arrangement, Becky, but I will tell you that the exact amount of heat and press that was in the previous book will match the new one once Victor is done. "Isn't that right, Diaz?" Victor nodded his head like a woodpecker, he started telling Ms. Cordiver that "I promise it won't happen again" and that the book in Dakota had hurt his ego and mindset drastically. It was either an unfinished journal with the suicide of an icon or the suicide of an iconic book and a now unraveled man. "I don't know how i'm going to even get close to finishing this book. Why did we ever decide to create a book my favorite intern?" said Victor. Ms. Angel looked at him with a vague feeling of intentional fogginess around this topic. Victor elaborated eagerly "I suppose silence is the best answer when you don't know am I right?" Ms.Angel looked at him with displeasure but with humbleness knowing that she will always be the better person Victor would ever be. "With the subtraction of Ms. Angel in this proper equation Becky-" "Don't call me that Mr. Diaz, I am your PUBLISHER not one of your little affairs." Diaz's ego was terribly shaken, which led to the impulsive yet oddly true statement of "I will tell you this once and once only Rebecca Cordiver, I know that I f****d up in North Dakota, I know that I f****d up in San Diego and goddammit Ms. Cordiver I KNOW THAT I ALMOST f****d THIS UP. So I must tell you Ms. Cordiver once this book is published, people will be talking about this book, which could end up on how this book was my final work or how this book will come as a tribute to miserable scumbags like myself or as a line in my looming obituary. "It's on the universe and I how we see fit." Ms. Cordiver, displayed as a mannequin, was as flushed as a Roman tomato. She bolted towards the door in a near instant. "THANK YOU LORD. Holyyyyyy s**t finally she's gone. It's only me and you now," Victor said with a grin. He approached the empty closet farthest from the typical person's suspicion and, with teary eyes, yet an eager manner, stepped inside the closet. "Alcohol, Alcohol in my closet how many shots until I blow up the stock market." Hours and hours passed until intoxication and darkness crept behind the tortured man like Batman and Nightwing. "S-s-siri burp set a reminder could ya burp" said Victor proudly. "Of course Victor what is the reminder set for?" responded the feminine AI. "Set an 8-month reminder for me to end it all could you?" Diaz said sternly. "Of Course no problem Victor reminder set 8 months from this day for: Ending it's Ball" "Thank you sori, but i have one question for you. Victor now slumping upside the couch practically paralyzed from the shoulders down questioned Siri: "Siri do you think I'm crazy?" "I'm sorry Victor but I can not determine that would you like to search for mental health resources?" "Jesus Christ Siri" As Diaz started rubbing his forehead rigorously "Siri you are by far worse than my therapist" "Victor would you like me to schedule an appointment with a Therapist in the colorado suburban area?" "No Siri, I don't want that." "Got it Victor no problem." "But I have one question for you before I end the night with me living again sadly." "Siri do you think they'll miss an asshat like me when I finally leave this god forsaken planet?" "Sorry Mr. Diaz but I don't understand that question." Victor laid in defeat but gave a smelly yet optimistic chuckle "Yeah huh" he mumbled, finally seeing his traumatic visions coming to haunt him once he finally rested. "Neither Do I." The room was quiet, the ceiling fan humming ceremoniously an irritating yet catchy tune. The world continued forth the traffic and road rage still buzzing, proposals being accepted and declined, The earth didn't stop and Victor Diaz was still here. For Now...
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