•Phil's POV•
I leaned back on the leather couch as I breathed in the intoxicating smell of the joint I was currently smoking. I let all my troubles slip away as my back melted into the cushion of the couch. We had just played a show in New Orleans, Louisiana, my home. It was fucking fantastic....the crowd was energetic, testosterone driven....and the ladies...WOO! They were like chickens running with their heads cut off.
The women that came to the shows were always fueled by sex and drugs. Most of them would flash me, dime, vinny, and Rex. I'd just smirk or laugh it off. Those sluts live for this shit. But, that's usually our normal crowd every night. Guys trying to cop a feel, women who's asses were larger than their IQ, but I'm not that type of guy. I don't take advantage of these whores like your average low life shmuck would.
But my crazy antics on stage had started to take a toll on me. My back was starting to cause me extreme pain, bringing my onstage antics to a screeching halt. I would pop painkillers like candy. Eventually, I was at the top of the chain of the most dangerous painkillers. Tramadol, hydrocodone, etc..
That shit is addicting man. Every time after we play a show I come back to the lounge area by myself and smoke, pondering life. Nobody knows not to bother "the kid".
I was pulled from my train of thought by the door opening. I lifted up my head groggily and saw my manager standing in the doorway with a beautiful woman. I sat up straight so I looked more put together, astonished by her beauty. I tried not to let my jaw drop, but that failed as always.
A/N: wow ok this wasn't the best start lol but tell me what you guys think so far! Idk if the end was a cliffhanger so much or not lol, leave comments!👇🏻
