The pressure of the success got to me. My wife, Alice, was the sole thing in my life that anchored me. Suddenly, it wasn't enough. I couldn't write anymore.
I distracted myself with wild parties and whatever trouble I could scare up. I wallowed in the drama of my life, sure that Alice would stick with me, even though she didn't sign up to be the lifeline of a tortured artist. It was dumb luck she's not the type to give up.
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American Nightmare Manuscript: Pressure
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Rachel