MARCUS: So you wake up at Irina's place, have coffee, say your goodbyes. Then what?
JACKSON: Then nothing. Back to business. That was mid-April, and I was drowning in work. Three new clients, plus my prospects talking my ear off. Irina’s book was climbing the charts, which meant my phone wouldn't stop pinging with interview requests. Every feminist influencer with fifty thousand followers thought she was the next big thing.
Plus, the Twitter DMs were out of control. Sissy putting me on her Insta stories lit the New York hoes on fire. So yeah, barely a spare moment.
MARCUS: Living the dream.
JACKSON: [dry laugh] Sure. I was so busy playing smash ‘n grab, I didn't notice Charlie had gone quiet.
MARCUS: Charlie Stine.
JACKSON: [nods] It was early May when it hit me. I was scrolling Twitter between client calls, and I realized I hadn't seen any of Charlie's hot takes in my feed. Dude was ... prolific. The guy would tweet forty times a day. Crypto predictions, political commentary, calling out i…