Gabriel
I looked around the lake house, knowing by the time I got out of this court-ordered rehab stint the bank would have foreclosed on this property.
Likewise, I had to close down my real estate office and give pink slips to my agents and the secretary. I was stiffing the landlord for three months back rent on the building, but there was nothing I could do about it. My accounts weren’t just empty, they were overdrawn.
The business had been losing money hand over fist for more than a year anyway. It was almost a relief to finally pull the plug, and admit what my father had known all along.
I am a failure.
So much so that I had to call my big brother to drive me to the f.ucking rehab center because my driver’s license had been revoked after the second DUI and no Uber would agree to
