"Ion understand why I need a fucking babysitter." Kentrell grumbled as he sat on the large sectional couch in his living room.
"He not a babysitter, Kentrell. He's a life coach trying to help you stay out of all this fucking trouble." Sherhonda, his mother, explained for the thousandth time.
"He can call his self whatever the fuck he want to. The nigga still just a babysitter." Kentrell rolled his eyes.
Kentrell had just been released from prison a few weeks ago after serving a year.
He was placed on house arrest and his mother had gotten him a personal life coach to help him get his life back on track after all of his recent arrests.
She honestly wanted better for her son, and getting a life coach seemed like the logical thing to do to help Kentrell get away from his reckless ways.
Kentrell was the most popular rapper of his generation, and had lots of money as a result of it. But, the man stayed in and out of jail so much that he hadn't been able to enjoy and make the most of it.
Kentrell's life coach was going to guide him through choosing better decisions and becoming a better version of himself.
Kentrell honestly believed the whole idea of a life coach was ridiculous because he'd had plenty of therapists in the past and all of them were ineffective. He knew the job of a therapist and life coach were different, so he gave the idea of a life coach a chance since he had never had one.
