I kept both jobs and the cheap apartment for
the next few years. I also kept the old Jeep Cherokee that was used
and old when my parents gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday.
With all my cheapness, I started putting a decent amount of money
away. I was a man on a mission.
My free time was spent exercising and
studying for the LSAT. I posted two pictures on the tiny
refrigerator in my miniscule bring-your-own-kitchen apartment that
used to be someone’s shed. The first picture was of a man with a
perfect body to remind me to try to look like that. I might not
have time for sex and dating right now, I told myself, but
when I do, I’m going to rock somebody’s world. The second
picture was of a big house overlooking the ocean. It was to remind
me to study hard for law school.
About two years into my mission, my mom died
suddenly from a heart attack while jogging. I kicked myself for
being so buried in work and studying that I hadn’t spent much time