Fascination of a woman with a mysterious smile.
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Liz is a hustler who uses her looks and charm to go in on the wealthiest men in the rap game to make her living. Sounds great, right? Her problem is she aspires for so much more in l...
I stayed the course. Staying sober. Working on myself. Exercising in my home gym. Eating healthy. Becoming a better father. I felt better than I had in years, and Red Bull was my new best friend. I let the bleach fade out and got a fresh haircut. I adopted a new image; not Slim Shady anymore. I wanted to be Marshall. I wanted to finally grow up; whatever that meant.
I was trying to keep my mind busy by writing lyrics and playing old school video games. I got myself in better shape and liked the figure that stared back at me in the mirror these days. I wore a fresh chain, crisp wardrobe, and a new demeanor.
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The afternoon was spent in my in-home studio working on new material that I couldn't get quite right. It would come to me. I went upstairs trying to find other things to keep me busy, but I had watched quite possibly every fucking show that was on TV lately. The pile of mail that Paul had dropped off the other day was still on my kitchen table, and I slowly flipped through it. A fan letter here, some new contract offers there. Nothing that sparked my interest until I found one letter that had a doodle of a goat on the front that was original and cracked me up laughing. It didn't have a name, but it had a return address located right here in Detroit. I definitely wanted to know who had such talent. It stuck out to me.
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I opened the letter straight away to read: Marshall,
I truly am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen and it got seriously out of hand. I understand that you probably never want to talk to me again. Just know that I apologize deeply, and I hope you decide to get better. Please, at least do it for your daughters! All little girls deserve a father. -Liz
I was pissed at the nerve of this girl after all the shit she put me through, but I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. Liz didn't lie about being an artist, and that picture was actually pretty funny. She managed to grab my attention and make me laugh.
I was hanging out in the theatre room thinking about all the progress I was making and daydreaming about when my kids were younger. Everything was better then. Well, not really. They were just too young to understand how dysfunctional Kim and I were at that time.
