Most days I'm getting outta' bed at about 2pm, and diving into my 12ft deep pool in my Mount Washington Mansion. However today I'm stuck at the medical office doing computer files, and paperwork for some lousy patient who doesn't even know his left from his right. I hated these kinda days. Week days for me, felt like being thrown in a concentration camp. I fucking hate it. Most of the time I get to sneak in some scotch, and Xanax to keep my head from exploding. You would think by now, these bastards would have all their paperwork and files neatly together but then again, I am a therapist for fuck sakes. Why didn't I just go to law school or become an astronaut you ask? Well because..You tell me what lawyer or astronaut you know, that has his own strip club in his basement. You tell me what lawyer or astronaut you know, that has a meal named after him at Red Robins. You tell me what lawyer or astronaut you know, that shoved a dynamite dildo up the Queen of England's ass. You can't name one astronaut or lawyer who lives like me. That's why I do what I do at this office. You sign in, I listen to you blab and blab about your boring, and confused life, I clock out, then go home and party until 6am and do it all over again. Who am I you ask? My name is Bill Gates! Nah haha just kidding, but even he looks up to me. My name's Jimmy Cargo. Dr.Cargo to you. I'm only 25 and I practically run America...
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Historical FictionBesides being able to make a million from 8 bucks, In 2015 Jimmy Cargo was the leading medical entrepreneur in America at the age of 25. Whenever he isn't busy treating his patients, he's probably somewhere partying with business owners on his $850...
