“Bullocks, I fell asleep. It’s not a big deal. I haven’t fallen back into my addiction. I’m sober and I’ve been sober. The celibate thing didn’t work out but that doesn’t mean I’m a complete and utter failure. I crashed at her place. I didn’t mean to stay out all night. Shit happens.”
“First you said you were at the candy store? Now it’s you crashed at her place.”
“Her flat is on top of the sweet shop.”
“Does David know about any of this?”
“I sent a text yesterday saying I was staying out and I will be back in the morning. I didn’t tell him what I was doing. I didn’t give him a play by play. ”
“You broke one of his rules. It’s a rule Jag.”
“It’s a bloody stupid rule. I’m not a regular bloke. I literally couldn’t toss off anymore. I was going blind. I was going to need bifocals or that Lasik eye surgery.”
“Fuck you and your jokes. This is serious.”
“What I do with my knob shouldn’t be that serious. Honestly, that no shagging rule is rubbish.”
“I talked to David before I called you. He wants you gone. He thinks you stayed away to use.”
“But I bloody didn’t. I don’t have a drug connection in Galena Illinois.”
“There are rules.” I heard him sigh into the line. “This was a major slip up. He wants to kick you out.”
“For what, shagging? I haven’t done anything else. I haven’t missed one of his therapy sessions. I haven’t failed any of his drug tests. I’ve been a model patient.”
“No, not exactly. Jag, he’s the best addiction therapist in the U.S. He is discreet. No one even knows you’re away.”
“That’s not in dispute. I know he’s the best. He has me in contact with my feelings. Dr. Glass is the real deal.”
“If this gets out to the public, it’s on you.”
“No one knows who I am or where I am. You took my old mobile. I have zero contacts in this bloody new iPhone.”
“You need to beg his forgiveness and reassure him that this will never happen again. Tell him you’re clean and committed to his program.” There was silence. “Are you clean?”
I could hear in his voice he was fishing for something that wasn’t there.
“Yes, Glynn, I’m Persil clean. I haven’t even had a sip of wine. I had hot sex and fell asleep. All my tests will come back negative. There isn’t anything in my urine or my blood.”
“Fine. Beg. Tell him you’ll obey his rules. No drugs. No alcohol. No sex.”
“No sex. Why?”
“Jag, what the fuck man? Is it really that hard? You don’t care about this forty-year-old mother. You only need to be celibate for two more months. After you’re done with rehab you can fuck all the groupies, starlets or middle-aged woman you want.”
“I don’t want any groupies or starlets. I fancy Kat.”
“You fancy the old lady. What is wrong with you? You’re twenty and she’s forty-whatever. She’s old enough to be your mother.”
“You’re middle-aged. You’re old enough to be my father.”
“Yes, I am. I want to make it to fifty without an ulcer, a stroke or a massive heart attack. I have to spend all my time babysitting you, Archie, Winston, and Colin. You're supposed to be the good one.”
“Pure rubbish! I’ve never been the good one.”
“Okay well, you’re the captain. You need this recovery process in order to move to the next level with the record executives. You have to drop this bullshit job and the random woman.”
“I don’t want to give up Kat. I don’t think I can physically do it.”
“Why not?”
“She’s fucking fire.”
“In two months I can get you five more just like her.”
“Listen, I already did it. I shagged. I sort of transferred my drug addiction into her fanny. You do not understand but there is literally only one Katrina Sweet. She’s my new drug. I’m addicted, bloody hell, cut me some slack.”
“Katrina Sweet, that’s her real name?”
“Yes. She’s beyond gorgeous. I’m totally infatuated. I’m going to give it a proper go. I can’t help it. My mind is set on it. I’m not going to waver. I have to have this one thing or I’ll quit. I’ll quit everything. I’m already a wealthy bloke. I can go independent and sell records without a major label.”
“Calm down. Okay, look, I will talk to David and tell him that you violated the no sex rule. I will ask him if he can make an exception. Jag, man, I don’t know what else I can do.”
You can manage because you’re my bloody manger!
“I appreciate it. I don’t want to leave rehab. He’s really helping me.”
“Go there now. Go to David. He’s going to test you. Don’t make a fucking liar out of me. You’re clean right?”
“Yes, I swear.”
“Go back to the house now.”
“Okay. I am.”
I listened as my mobile went dead. I guess it was time to pay the piper. Rebel Yell started playing again.
Chapter 14
JASON
Grueling, that's how I would explain my two-hour therapy session with Dr. David. I was piss tested first. I passed with flying neon colors. I could tell David thought I would fail. He didn't know me well. I didn't have any reason to lie to him. The record label was paying for his services.
After the results, we sat and I explained to him how it wasn’t planned. How I felt a connection with her. How she was a positive influence on me with her normal and minimalist approach to life. I made him feel like I needed his approval. I wasn’t his average celebrity client. I watched people my entire life. I knew people. There was a reason he didn’t have a kid. I was sure I was his first and only young client. I wasn’t some old washed up rockstar that was trying to make a comeback. I was a kid in his eyes that hadn’t lived up to my full potential. He wanted to help me and guide me on
