It was just another day in this crazy job that I have, although it is not like I am really making my bosses at the record label very happy. My job was to make sure this guy stays away from the bars and worse, so that he can finish making a record that is costing the label a great deal of money. They did not love it when I lost him, but he just ended up at a las vegas escort service. Of course there was a woman involved in the start of this mess and in a way that sort of made people feel better I guess. For months he has been moping around, getting messed up on whatever he could get hold of and carousing all over the town. Lots of girls would throw themselves at him all the long and I am sure that some of them could have straightened him out and done a far better job at what I am supposed to do.

At any rate they sent me to Las Vegas to track him down, which is pretty easy when he is using a credit card from the label. They were in a big hurry and so they arranged for me to hop on a private jet with a bunch of rappers and a bunch of their closest friends. I was not exactly fitting in with them, I was wearing my cowboy boots. They laughed at me for being a babysitter, but one of them knew who I was looking after and he got mad about the teasing. Of course the label does not really care about the person per se. They are looking after their self-interest and nothing else. The artists are there to make money for them and they can go the devil if they do not.