The last two days I was a nervous reck thinking of all the things that could go wrong. It was October so I packed warm clothes into my Louis Vuitton luggage, hoping we would get along and I could stay a while to get to know them better I packed for a month then since I'm driving I put my bag into my baby, my black Range Rover. It was going to be a long drive from Louisiana to Ohio but it would be worth it and I hate flying. Money for the drive wasn't a problem because I'm a tattoo artist, well know for my work I do on celebrity's. I've done work for Ronnie Radke, Trace Cyrus, Andy Biersack, Lil Wayne and Justin Bieber just to name a few and from the praises I've received from them it got me many more clients and before I know it I got 5.5 million follows on Instagram and Twitter and I've worked nonstop for the past year and my bank account has over 5 million dollars. I wouldn't say I'm rich or famous, I'm just known and got money because I only spend money when I really need something. After I load my bag in my car I program the address into the GPS and with a tank full of gas I start my drive. It was only a 15 hours and 27 minutes drive so my plan was to keep driving and only stop for gas, food and bathroom breaks. 1,005.9 miles later at 9:30pm I made it to Ohio and since it was to late to do anything I went book a hotel. After I booked my room at Best Western I went to my room, took a shower and went to sleep knowing tomorrow can change my life forever.