Hey my friends, thanks for visiting again!
Well, another beautiful spring day in El Paso so far. It's supposed to get windy later, but right now it's just awesome. I hope your day is starting off as well as mine, because mine has started off great, and I know it's going to get a lot better!
I thought I was having an early rehearsal today with my side project, "Like a Hurricane," which is "A Celebration of Neil Young's Electric Side," but I was wrong. We re-set that for tomorrow and Friday. Good thing is that we do have rehearsal tonight for my main and "real" project with my band.
Some people tend to view band rehearsal as "work," and a sacrafice of time, which is something I literally can not comprehend. For me it is all about getting together with my band, which in this case includes some of my very best friends, playing music, which is something I love to do, and getting better at what we do, which is, of course, play music. Yes, we work on music, but to me it is just great fun!
Anyway, my mind took a journey into my past earlier this morning, when I found myself sitting across the street of an apartment complex that I used to frequent, and a beautiful memory returned to my mind.
It was right after graduating high school, and was an incident that most teenage boys, or young men, only dream or fantasize about. Two of my good friends that I hung out with on a daily basis had just rented their first apartment, and were the first of our group to do so. Well, you know what that meant, party central like a mother*ucker!
So, I guess you would say we were sort of bad kids. We were known as the bad crowd, the tough guys. The ones nobody wanted to fu*k with, and when they unwisely did, they usually got fu*ked up.
I was the most entepreneuriel of the bunch. It's funny, because we all started out in "the business" together, but I was the only one who went on to have any real success in the business. I would always make a good profit, and always continue to re-invest it. The rest of the guys were lucky to break even, usually smoking up what would have been their profit. They obviously really didn't understand the concepts of business, which came so naturally to me.
I can openly say all this, because it is way beyond the statute of limitations now, having been close to two decades since I got out of the business, and all the money I made, I enthusiastically and continually blew, because I never wanted to get caught with it, and have it taken away.
I say it straight out now with little or no fear of retribution, because it was so long ago. The business I was in was marijuana distribution. It acutally began before high school, and I started out as small as you can get. In the beginning, it was not really distribution at all; rather, I guess some would call it dope dealing. But I never sold drugs, only marijuana, and so I never actually hurt anyone with my product, which is more than any drug dealer can say. Drugs are undeniably harmful, and in my opinion, marijuana is not. In fact, I firmly believe that marijuana has very many useful purposes, which is a whole other story that I'm sure I will get to some other time.
I know for a fact, that alcohol is much worse than weed, and is a drug, that causes great harm to users, yet is perfectly legal in 50 states, and in most places around the world. So the general public, most of whom consume alcohol, yet condem marijuana, basically because it is illegal, are a bunch of fu*king hypocrates.
Alcohol is glorified in commercials and advertisements world-wide, and marijuana is condemned. Alcohol is poison; marijuana is a herb made by God. Many people have died from alcohol consumption, and no one has ever died from marijuana consumption. Alcohol can make otherwise peaceful people violent and completely out of control, and marijuana basically makes everyone peaceful. But as I said, that's another topic, and we'll leave that one for another day.
So, anyway, back to the story of my "past life." Well one day, I went over to my friends apartment, as we would on a daily basis. I pulled up in front of the apartments, and saw a very beautiful young woman standing in the door, two doors down from my friends' apartment, in a black bikini. I remember it like it was yesterday.
To an 18 year old male, it was almost like a vision to see such a beautiful chick standing there in a bikini, and it immediately got much better. I parked my truck and started to get out. By the time I was outside the truck, she had already walked over to my truck.
Her name was Michelle. She was not a girl, but rather an extremely beautiful twenty-four year old woman. I had a girlfriend at the time, but I was very young, and at that moment, my girlfriend was the furthest thing from my mind. She walked up to me and asked me if I had a light. I pulled out my lighter, and she pulled out a big fat joint and put it in her mouth. I happily lit the joint for her, and we smoked it together. I really don't know why she picked me; maybe it was just timing.
So, we introduced ourselves, and immediately became friends. I was basically floored by this beautiful "older woman." It was a thing most teenage boys only dream of.
Michelle, I soon found out, was a dancer, or what most people call a stripper. So I went from hanging out at my friends apartment every day to hanging out at Michelle's apartment every day. It didn't take long for us to go from friends to "friends with benefits."
My friends were all immediately jealous. They just couldn't figure out why this girl picked me, and quite frankly, neither could I, but I definately didn't care. I just hung out, and milked it for what it was worth. I was in teenage boy heaven! My friends would all try to get close to her in hopes of stealing my spot, but she wanted me! Just that memory has me smiling ear to ear as I type.
So anyway, Michelle and her roommate, a less attractive dancer, did not have a car, so they enlisted me to drive them to work every day, which I more than happily did, religiously. Every evening, when I would drop them off, I would go in and have a beer, which Michelle always paid for, in addition to giving me way too much money for "gas" every time. I used to love watching Michelle dance, because she was not only the most beautiful dancer at the club, she was also, by far. the best dancer. Boy could she move that body!
So every day I would go over. Michelle would cook me an awesome meal, usually steak, and sometimes seafood. She'd give me beer, share her weed, and give me some very sweet loving. Being a stripper, she sometimes sold her sex, but for me it was always free, and being a teenager without a lot of money at the time, I just enjoyed every benefit she had to offer. Boy, I wish there was a time machine, because I'd be in it right now, headed to Michelles apartment, lol!
So, anyway, I later went on to making a bunch of money in the marijuana business. I basically made sh*tloads of cash, hung out at all the bars, which were, to me, both business and pleasure outings, where I met and discussed business with my clients, and met many strippers. I never paid any of them for sex or even bought table dances. I bought a lot of drinks for the dancers, stuffed a lot of dollars in g-strings, made a lot of dancer friends, and basically lived that life, when I wasn't "working."
Anyway, as great as that life was, it wasn't meant to last forever. While it lasted, I lived and enjoyed it to the fullest. I alwasy had sh*tloads of money, had tons of the nicest, most badass vehicles, and people kissed my a*s everywhere I went. Everybody wanted to be my friend. Cars, houses, vacations, and everyday was a party. The down side of the business is that I went to jail more times than I would like to recall, and paid tons of money in lawers and bondsman fees, and other related legal expenses.
I had a knack for business in those days as I still do. I would do like Scarface, and buy low and sell high, and maximize my profits. I had balls of steel, and a great business mind for that business, and rarely hesitated to put it all on the line. But, it isn't a field that is known for great longevity. It got to a point, where if I got caught again, I was going to go to prison for a long time, and the risks had begun to exceed the rewards, so I made the decision to permanently retire from that business.
As I said, all the money I made in that business is long gone, as is everything it paid for. All that remains are the beautiful memories. Now all my business is legal, and I know that I will eventually make more money legally than I ever did illegally, and no one can take it away from me.
Currently, I basically just get by, because I spend much of my business hours on music stuff, which currently does not make me money. In fact, it costs a lot of money in lost income and equipement and other related music expenses just to keep it going, but this is what I want to do, and where my heart is. If I don't make it in the music business, which is one of the toughest business in the world, I will likely die trying.
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