Week four and I could tell a difference, the ticket salesman only made me by 2 seats on the plane as opposed to an entire row like usual. I started feeling cute, so I decided to treat myself to a new wig. I didn’t want those cheap, ratty wigs like some girls on rnb divas wear, I wanted a wig made from real human hair. Only problem was that I was on a budget, hey even booked bitches have to be frugal. I came up with a way to get real human hair for free. I decided to hire a maid to clean my house. Once she arrived she told me she would have to charge me triple her regular rate because of all the trash all over the floor and the adult pleasure wands I left laying around. To be honest I think she was just being dramatic, yeah I have a few McDonald’s sweet tea cups on the night stand and a few bags of Popeyes on the floor, but that’s not that horrible. Anyway, I had to ditch that plan, so I went to the beauty supply store to get a wig, the woman behind the counter was immediately star struck, she asked me what I had been up to since I stopped playing sports? I asked her who the hell she thought she was talking to and she asked me if I was Jerome “the bus” Bettis who played for the steelers. I decided to play it cool and respond yes just to see what she would say. She told me she was a huge fan and told me that I could get any wig from the discount bin that I wanted. That worked out perfectly for me.