Jimmy Urine MSI

The rock star routine was a real disaster. Not only was James constantly tired, but on the contrary, he did not know how to make money without concerts. His mother told him: "Jimmy, go work at the church." But what kind of rebellious teenager would listen to his mother? Here, he is already 34 years old. Several years of waltzing on stage, a lot of fans, a lot of sex and few remaining nerve cells.

— I feel like I was hit by a truck. I urgently need one bottle of whiskey. Or 10. I need to call Marcus..

Steve listened to his friend with a smile.

— Relax, this is just the beginning of the tour. And.. are you okay?

— Am I okay? Of course. Just thinking about a plan to destroy the Universe. Nothing new. —James narrowed his eyebrows in displeasure, leaning back in his chair. His lips mechanically sipped water from a glass, and he was clearly thinking about something. There was a knock at the door.— What kind of idiot came? Come in, it's open.

(Hint: you were supposed to come in.)