Get Rich or Die Tryin'

I stood in an alley behind a grungy New Jersey nightclub feeling like the Real Slim Shady. One of my legs was kicked up on the wall of the building and my other leg stretched out onto the street; with my baggy sweater and bleached buzz cut, I thought I looked real freaking cool. I was finishing the night with a blunt after having just spent the last four hours observing a new up and coming rap star by the name of 50 Cent do his thing in the club. What this really meant is that I sat in the corner of the club's VIP lounge as I watched "50" and his boys order thousands of dollars in overpriced champagne with labels that glow in the dark and, literally, throw money at mostly naked women.
Why was I doing this? Well, I work for the music magazine Spin and just received a promotion to "Junior Staff Writer/Photographer," and am now working on images for a feature of this gangster-rap prodigy. This promotion is pretty great, not only does it validate my decision to skip college and move to New York at the age of 19 (sorry, mom) but it also provides me with some fucking crazy stories to tell.
As I flicked away the cashed blunt and began walking to my car, I saw a familiar face leaving the club.
"Yo, Chuck!" I yelled.
"Marco, what's good brother?" replied my Spin coworker Chuck Klosterman.
"I didn't peg you as the rap type, Chuck," I said with a mischievous smile.
"I would say the same about you," he replied.
"Well, you gotta do what do sometimes," I said.
"Ain't that the truth," he said back.
Chuck then went into telling me about the cross-country road trip he was embarking on the next week. He planned on visiting the sites of the deaths of rock icons. Pretty freakin' morbid, I know, but his premise was cool. Sure as hell beats awkwardly sitting in with a rapper and his entourage and taking an occasional picture of them.
Chuck and I walked for a bit and then parted ways. But our conversation with got me thinking. Shoot, I should be out there on the road doing cool stuff. But here I am, smoking bad weed in alleys behind nightclubs and pretending to be Eminem. Who do I think I am?
I know I just got promoted but hey, I'm ambitious. Tomorrow, I'm gonna talk to Lucy and get on the fucking road!