They tell you to find a sponsor in the beginning. They say to find someone that can help guide you through the program. They called a “Simple program for complicated people,” which in fact I was both; simple and complicated.Continue reading
It was summer and the 90’s were coming to a close. I was working a job that wasn’t meant for me, still in sales, still walking up and down the streets of the garment district, and still trying to find my way in the social circles of life.Continue reading
I remember back when I landed my first real suit and tie job. I was a low-level salesman in the bottom-end of a dying industry, which was literally brutal because shit rolls downhill. And me, I was literally at the bottom.
The abuse was tough; the phone calls, the door to door sales, the cold-calling; the constant rejection and hearing the same damned thing all the time. My products were necessary but they were the least important. O sold to garment manufacturers.
At the time, I worked for a company that manufactured labels and identification items—if there is any confusion about this, pretty much, the label in your shirt that itches the back of your neck? Yeah, that was me.
The ups and downs in life can be pretty wild sometimes. I went through so many changes in such a short time.
I was young and afraid. I found myself in trouble again. This time it was an assault charge; only, this assault was a felony. I dealt with this. Not well, but I dealt with it as best as I could.
There was a night in my young life when I turned left instead of right. Some of my friends went off in one direction and I chose the group that split off to the left. Simple, right?
This was the night I was picked up by law enforcement. This is when I lost to my decisions and no matter how I tried to run or manipulate the system; there was no getting away from this.
Did I ever tell you about my friend Dangerous Dan? We called him Dangerous Dan, The Marathon Man because he could go on and on, longer than anyone. He was a good man, funny as could be, and mostly a fun-time drunk with a bit of a cocaine habit and a mighty severe gambling problem too.Continue reading
There is something to be said about people that go through a lived experience with each other. Same as I will never forget the kids from the neighborhood, and same as I will never forget the first time I listen to Led Zeppelin at the back of a middle school’s empty football field, and the same as I will never forget the first time I was in a fistfight or the last time I stepped out a courthouse, it would be impossible for me to forget the people I lived with, long ago, in a lifetime, far, far away.
It would be remiss of me to say the people I met so long ago had nothing to do with the person I have become now. And should I see any of them now, regardless of how much time has come between now and then, I would embrace them as brotherly now as I did when we were close.