Fame to Failure

I don’t even know where my next meal is coming from. I hate being down and out. This economy is just the pits now for the unemployed. I just lost my condo, good thing I don’t have any damn crumb snatchers. The night at the shelter was horrendous, smelly feet were in my face, farts were loose and wild in that room. Thinking about it now, I feel like throwing up in my mouth. How did it get to this? I am a Harvard Law graduate, six months ago I was working at one of the most prestigious Law Firms in the country, I was married to a millionaire and now I am ducking out of a shelter? Where did it all go wrong? I was on top of the world, getting in corporate clients, winning law suits for my clients, successfully getting criminals off cases that if they had a less talented Lawyer they would be in jail by now. I sat down on a park bench, after scarfing a stale breakfast from the shelter. I felt almost like Forest Gump sitting there, eager to share my life story with anyone who sat beside me, but I held it in, this is the big city no one talks to strangers. Especially if they are looking like me, dirty and crazy. I just sat there, closed my eyes and drifted back to where it all started. Graduation Day I cannot believe it me, immigrant from Jamaica is the Valedictorian of my Harvard Law graduating class. I think I am in a dream, no way is this possible but it is.