Oh! I forgot about that one! For 14 years, ever since my first major label placement, artists have catered to my requests, gone out of their way to host me, and have wanted to meet me. The only explanations Middle-Class Murox could come up with is "he pays for meet-n-greets" and "he sells them weed."His private weed hookup?
Middle-Class Murox. It's such a sad tale. The guy who you tried copying with everything in your adult life is still far superior and far more financially successful than you.
Tell us, what does it feel like for a guy to have to have his wife work? Don't you ever get embarrassed that you can't be like "stop working, baby, I got this"? Maybe she knows if she stops working, then the mortgage on the $300k house may struggle getting paid. Peddling insurance can't be an exciting gig.