"You ready to blow this joint Jack?" Hannah's voice woke him up. He had fallen asleep while waiting for her to finish the pictures.
"A long time ago." He got up and surveyed the now almost empty yard. "I'm just glad this is over. You owe me big time."
"I thought the trip to New York was going to be your reward."
"Let's just go. I think they'd be happy for me to go."
"Jack you sure know how to make friends everywhere you go."
"Hey can I talk to you for a second?" Hunter Hearst Helmsley asked walking up to them.
Jack looked over at Hannah who just shrugged. "I guess."
They walked away to a quieter spot. "My wife told me what you were saying. What the hell is your problem? You are supposed to be here to take pictures and you criticize my family and the town I grew up in."
"I'm sorry you grew up in this town." Jack said sarcastically starting to walk away.
"Hey listen punk. If you hate it so much why don't you leave?"
"I will when I save up enough money. Of course you wouldn't know anything about that would you? You who had everything given to you. I have to work for every cent I ever made."
"You make it sound like the rich have everything. Take a look around at the people. Aside from the children do you see a happy face?" Jack looked around. He didn't see any smiles. Or any real ones anyway. "I lost a close friend three years ago. And you know what? It was the twins' father, my wife's brother, and the son of those two people there. So don't make it sound like we have everything because you don't know shit."
Jack just shook his head. "I'd rather be poor then rich."
Hunter wanted to punch him. He stopped when he saw something in the azure eyes. Something familiar and yet he didn't know the guy. He shook it off. He was sure this was a punk he would rather not know. "I'm not going to ruin my nieces birthdays by getting in a fight. Get the hell out of here."
"Gladly." Jack walked over to where Hannah waited. "Let's get out of here."
"Probably the best idea. I don't want them coming back here wanting their money back. Anyway New York awaits."
It took them a couple hours to get to Long Island because of traffic. This wasn't the first time he and Hannah had gone to New York for breaks. But he had never met this cousin of hers. He was curious because she had never mentioned him before.
When they got to her cousin's door she rang the doorbell. The door opened and standing there was a middle-aged woman not too tall and was plump. "Come in Hannah." She said hugging her. "This your friend?"
"Yes. This is Jack Doeman. Jack this is Shawna." They walked into the apartment. "Is Vinnie here? Or is he on the road again."
"He's home for once and in his office. The show got canceled. I'll tell you this much I'm glad to have him home for once. But don't be surprised if you don't see him much. He's always working. Have a seat and I'll go get him."
She disappeared. They sat on the couch. Jack took in the surroundings. The apartment was cluttered but not too messy. It definitely had a comfortable feeling to it. There were pictures hanging on the wall along with a few awards and posters. A few minutes later Shawna came back with a man who looked to be a little over six feet with short brown hair and a beard.
"Vinnie!" She hugged the man. "Vinnie this is my friend Jack Doeman. Jack this is my cousin Vince Russo."
Vince dropped the coffee cup he was holding.