This is all so fucking weird. I’m not complaining. I’m enjoying being the assistant, publicist, site designer, social media manager, emotional bodyguard etc. etc. to this incredibly well-connected guy that makes $300 an hour dealing with supermodels and high profile ladies. I enjoy walking into work and running right into someone I just saw inside Sports Illustrated. I enjoy that. It’s just strange being 20, not being a college graduate and somehow landing this job that is going to be giving me health insurance, a yearly salary, a company credit card, a free MTA monthly subway pass every month, free food (via the credit card), an iPad and free trips abroad and the opportunity to do things like babysit Miranda Kerr’s dog. Like, how did this happen? WTF!