Back in traffic, I saw I’d missed a couple calls. My admin let me know my first appointment of the day would be late due to a delayed flight. The other voicemail was from Beau, my younger brother.
You never knew what you were going to get with him.
“Var. Dude. Hey, I need a little help with something. I’m kinda broke. Will you call me back?”
Beau sounded drunk, or high, or maybe both. As usual, I would find out what the hell he’d been up to. In the past, it had been gambling debts, or he’d owed drug dealers, or he’d been kicked out of the most recent halfway home where he was staying. Whatever it was, Beau’s life was a far cry from mine of custom-made clothing, sex clubs, and blowjobs in dressing rooms.