With all the crap that’s been happening to me, it’s no surprise that lately I’ve been a little distracted. My judgment has been a bit off, and I’ve been making poor choices.
That being said, I blew the chance to be in the boy band. Actually, we all screwed up.
Our manager to be, Clay Newbill flew us up to Miami so we could all meet. We ended up getting really drunk and we ended up trashing our hotel room. Some guys around the corner joined our party with some female dancers we met at the studio. They called some friends, who had friends…yadda yadda yadda… Clay got mad, said we were just there to waste his time and money so he went with another group.
Tre (spelling?) just sent me this picture. I guess they had to pay like 1.2k to fix what was done.
