I woke up feeling as if I’d hit my head a few times in a major car crash.
Fuck! I thought as I stretched up and realized that I wasn’t in bed alone. What had I done? I felt as if I was losing control. It started the day that I began to wear big shoes and didn’t f*****g stop, even after I lost my virginity and inherited a billion-dollar empire. None of that was enough, and I knew I was addicted to how the shoes made me feel. Yes, that was the problem, it was like people that joined Weight Watchers, or so I’ve been told a few times. Every now and then I did a little more than take a woman on a date and f**k her. Every now and then I stuck around long enough to have a conversation with them.
They told me that they’d gone to lose like ten pounds when they joined. Then they look and feel go
