A TALE OF MY FRIEND’S LIFESTYLE OF SUCCESS AND BEDDING

 A tale of Jacob, my best friend. Jacob and I were living in New York. We had rented an apartment and were engaged in our jobs. I moved to New York from Minnesota, where I was raised and where my family still stays.

 

When I came to New York, after my grad school, I was in search for a job in architecture, but how populated New York is with grads, it was hard to find such job in competition; so for the meantime I started working part time in a super market while spending rest of my time in the apartment sketching designs and sending them to the companies.

 

When I met Jacob, he was very different from others and talented but he was troubled too. For about 4 months we stayed together and he was a struggling writer who just kept trying and trying to make it work. We bonded so well, we had our desks side by side in the apartment where he used to type and I draw. While working, we used to talk a lot, the talks made us friends and we started hutting the bars in the evening after a long work day!

 

It was after these four months when he came by an email that a publisher wants a word with him. His story reached the eyes of many publishers, and soon he pulled it and became a big shot writer. He went to LA to start working on his dream project- directing and screen writing for films. He did become a big shot successful personality, but we didn’t stop talking, we always remained friends.

 

We used to call each other several times in a week, he used to make jokes and mimic voices of actors and producers. He shared many stories with me especially his bedding lifestyle in hilarious ways you could imagine. Like one day, a television actress called him and fixed a date at her apartment, he went with a bottle of wine and some cookies; and when he rang the bell, he saw 2 actresses, completely naked answering the door. One pulled him with his tie and took him to the room, and one pushed him on the bed and opened a packet of condom, while they hand cuffed him to the bed and went down and all over his body!

 

One time, he was called by a producer to share his script with, and the producer welcomed him to her office and directed a casting couch! The blinds were all shut and the sofa was very uncomfortable, and the 40 year old producer got 3 cramps and he had to take her to the hospital; Jacob told me that he was so nervous about her cramps, that even when the sex wasn’t complete, he quickly dressed her up to take her in the car, and while in the car, the producer rolled her hands on his dick and suddenly when there was a red light, the moment he pushed the breaks, he came!

 

We used to laugh so much. But with every success comes a downfall. After a year, all his ideas started fading, and he started doing drugs. When ever he went to the clubs to find girls to bed with, he secretly filled his pockets with heroin bought from the dealers in the back alleys of the club.

 

One thing led to another, soon enough, he became uncontrollable – Once a successful director, now in the swamps of drugs and a flop career, only spending his left money on girls and ways to please them. His money was going down in the drain wasting it on heroin, jewellery and gifts on rich whores in exchange of pleasant sleepless nights!

 

This continued on for several months until his bank balance became nil…

 

Today, Im in LA at his funeral, reports say he died in a car crash while he was high on heroin and crashed his car in a tree up on the mountains of California. Reports say he was on his way to a private condo up on the hills, where there was about to be a night party and drug dealers were about to come from Miami to trade there in California.

 

“Even though, how you turned out, I will miss you Jacob, you were the one friend I had after when I came here and had no one. Even though you did drugs and night parties, you were a good soul and a kind person, I hope you meet your destined success in another life… may your soul rest in peace…”

 

Your friend

Michael