The
PBR
was iced cold. Served in a wide mouth glass screw top. Some sort of Jam jar. Jack liked that, maybe it was a way to save money at first but it worked now, made him feel like the beer had to be good cause it wasn’t fancy.
There was a lot of life Jack missed out on he thought. He skipped this a little, the low wages and actual work, he went from no job to earning millions. Went from no one to everyone wanting to know his secrets. What supplements he was taking what he thought about Keto.
He had an entourage. An assistant a girlfriend even. He’d never had one of those. Despite all of this it wasn’t right. It was too fast there was something missing he thought. He took another sip of beer.
The girlfriend was more of his manager if he was honest. Maybe when they first met there was something but that quickly faded. He took another sip of beer. He imagined to cold drink calming him down with each sip.
She didn’t even ask him how is day was. Every night she’d only tell him what her day was like. Then she’d go to sleep. He never told anyone this. Maybe he’d tell
Imogen Howe
she’d understand.
