The Dream

Chapter 4

The last couple days were uneventful. For the most part, I just hung out with Layla

everyday. Fast-forward to Wednesday and I had a workout with the Philadelphia 76ers.

Since I was in New York, we just met at the Knick practice gym. I got there at about 9:30

and the 76ers assistant coach, the trainer, and the scouts came at 10. We started out

with some lateral quickness drills. After that, they pulled out the gun , which is a

machine that automatically passes the ball back to you, and I shot about 300 shots.

I took a 5 minute water break and pulled out my phone. I posted a pic of me sweating

like crazy on Instagram saying, "Grind till my legs stop moving." The remainder of

practice consisted of footwork drills and conditioning. The workout ended and I was

starting to get bored hanging with Layla. Don't get me wrong; she's cool and all

but I needed a new vibe around me. As I was thinking this, my homie Zach Lavine

hit me up.

Zach- Wyd tonight bro

Me- Shit nothing. Just need to get away from the court.

Zach- I been thinking the same bro. Meet me at Northern Blvd. at 11

Me- See ya there. Bring yo bands homie

Zach- You already know how I do

So I went home to take a shower and I got dressed. I pulled out a black and red Gucci

shirt, shorts to match, and belt. I never liked Gucci shoes so I put on my bred 13's.

Once I was smelling good, I headed out. Zach found my car and we headed

to the front door. "Welcome Mr. Lavine and Mr. Ennis." Zach walked straight into the

VIP section while I had stopped at the bar. "Lemme get two shots of Patròn." The

bartender came back with two shot glasses full of tequila and felt really good. I made

my way to VIP where I saw Zach making it rain so you know I couldn't get showed

up. After about 15 minutes or drinking and throwing money, I saw Zach walk to a

back room with a stripper. I took three more shots and started dancing with the hoes.

They were twerking and grinding and that had me on hard. Next thing I knew it was 10

in the morning. I wake up on my couch with a mean ass headache and a hangover.

My phone was blowing up with messages. My agent said " Tyler WHAT

THE FUCK? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? We have to talk about this later. Come to

my house at 4." My mom texted me saying I told you so. Zach texted me talking about

how much fun he had. At this point I had no idea what was going on so turned the t.v.

on to SportsCenter and this is what the breaking news reads: Syracuse guard and NBA

prospect caught drunk and participating in sexual activities. As I read this the doorbell

rang. I opened it to Layla. We greet and sit down. "What have you gotten yourself

into?" she asks all calmly and psychiatrist like. "You know the last I can remember is

taking a few more shots and dancing." She laughed and responded "Oo nigga you did

more than that." She then changes the channel to TMZ. My jaw drops at the footage

on the screen. They recorded me stripping two girls out of their shirts, me fingering

them, and Me, Zach, and two hoes drive in his car. So many question were racing through

my head. How was I so drunk? Why didn't Zach help a nigga out? Did Zach have both

them hoes or did i bring one back? Where the fuck is my car!? All these things made

my headache worse. I went up the stairs to my bathroom to take some Tylenol. As I walk

out, I answered one of my own questions.