I could be making
better use of my time and abilities here…
In the months since I unsuccessfully robbed Santa Claus, I
have exhibited the skills of a man who could sell commodities to market and
internationally, courier goods across state lines, negotiate hostage situations
and most importantly make a TON of fucking money.
It’s August now. I
been at this for 8 months, one client paying enough for all year every three
months and I will see them in a couple of weeks. His buddy has ramped up his ticket sales to
the point where he needs me every three as well instead of the original
six. Between those, I am clearing $575k
every 12 weeks. I am pulling another $25k
every month. Throw in the as-negotiated
HUGE money deal I am taking from that little European country that I cannot
name at this point and I am looking at about $5mil cash on hand, even after
paying off my house and revolving credit.
At this point, my lady still
refuses to retire despite my attempts to get her to go ah…
September 3, 1998…
I was 19, it was a Monday.
I had to work that
morning and needed to be there to open the store, so I was in the mall at
9:30am. When one of my guys got in with
me, I snuck away to whatever FYE was 20 years ago to make a quick video game
If I had known that the game I was about to buy would change
the direction of the next year(S) of my life, I would have--… fuck that, I’d have bought THREE!
I worked 9:30-6
that day and IMMEDIATELY rushed home to my Playstation (the boring-looking-ass
Playstation 1!), locked away in my bedroom and proceeded to not be heard from
other than to work, eat, bathe or shit for weeks. If at any point I can remember a favorite
game becoming my favorite that quickly, this was the time.
The story was fun going through. It was
engrossing to have a story with layers and twists and shit, mixed in with the “sneaking
around and cutting dumbass guards’ throats” aspect of it. The Easter eggs found in subsequent plays
The year was 2006… I had this friend I hung out with from
time to time.
Let me quit bullshitting… We had known each other since I was like 13 or 14, she was at least 4 or 5 years younger so nothing
ever happened until she approached me when I was 25 and she was legal. We were diddling and had been for months, off and on. Basically we would come back to it when both of us were between relationships and
continued doing that shit until each of us met the people we would eventually
marry and have both since divorced. After then and ever since, we have been mature acquaintances who avoid being in the same place at the same time. Anyway, that isn’t the point of this
story today. 10-11 years ago, I had a friend with benefits. Boundaries existed and were never fucked
with, so all was good. In the late
spring, she had a family member (aunt,
great-aunt, something – for the continuity of this story, it will be an aunt)
who passed away and willed her…