Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.
I work until it's not safe to drive home because I'm so tired and my eyes don't work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.
My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.