You see that man, pacing on the phone in the rain as I casually sit down on the bench waiting to be sent home? He's not my sugar daddy, he's just a man with a lot of money and a child who I talk to occasionally and meet up and we go get coffee from the place he made me lose my job from because he looks a lot like my ex--boyfriend. And now I'm jobless, and I'm boyfriendless and I have a record on me because I got into a street fight with him, my life is ruined and it'shis fault, and he knows j