SmokezHerb

also i'm not worried someones gonna steal it, i want to finish it later with screenshots and RP, for sure 1 spot, the 2nd is just incase. You goofy, goofy NPC

they could its pretty dope

reserved, just in case

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THE EARLY YEARS A started similar to me now: motivated, driven. My family would tell me, if you believed in something, if you really work hard and give it your all, you put out what you want back, respect no matter what, because we're all offered that at least, right. He'd always repeat how you do it by the book and of course, you did everything by the book. I mean it wasn't even a question. That's expected. What messes with me the most is how my father believed that. He was either so brainwashed or so embarrassed to admit he was wrong either way that's a lot of power over someone. In the middle of our services getting shut off, or sleeping in cars, he'd say at least he lived the right way. "Unethical" money was still money. But he believed it was impossible. Who was he trying to appeal to. No one was cheering as we moved from a motel to a car. He would say this: That he wasn't a perfect person, with vices and temptations, But that DIDN'T make him an animal.. WHAT'S FAIR IS FAIR You have to find the silver lining in anything, almost always, there's something positive you can find. I learned a lot of skills with my dad. And they've been incredible. In practice - basically how to repair our own stuff to save some money. But that ended up being a bit of everything. Mechanics, electrical, framing, floors, if he didn't teach me it I wanted to learn it even more. The thirst for knowledge he gave me still benefits me today. Cutting and measuring helped with math, and seeing how he was He was one of the hardest workers I knew, was great to everyone he met, because it's right.. It's supposed to be right and supposed to be fair and he got f*cked. What did he have to show for it. Cancer went through him pretty quick, the stress didn't help. So what did he amass, at the end of his life... My inheritance, a 6 month supply of opiates. A silver lining. SILVER LINING In the midst of chaos, there is always opportunity." - The Art of War If customers don't buy their fix from me there's who knows waiting to do business. I'll never make a dent. So fuck it, why not. And with all the fake presses around, they know how strong mine is. No accidents or surprises. I could be saving lives. Oxy, Dilaudid, Hydromorphone, codeine, even methadone. People like options. I have some benzos and muscle relaxers too, a nice dessert to top it off. Just because I don't want to stay a drug dealer doesn't mean I have to suck at it. I even worked out this plan: I set a limit, a $ amount or pill amount and separate each product evenly. Average customer buys one, maybe two. So no ones expecting a deal, or freebie. And once I hit the limit im gonr, new hotel far enough away I'm not seeing old customers. Ghosting a whole client phone again and again is wild, the money potential. But, I need to cash out and move on. This feels amazing. To break the cycle. My kids, kids will not understand what poverty is. What hunger is. I'm going to make sure of it. In-ethical money does not exist. Just wealth and desperation. I just stick to this plan and it's gonna be fine. I'm on track to have enough to launch a company with the money. And I can prove myself in that field too. Show them I mean what I say. I just have to be patient and leave the cash alone. I'm raising money right now. Using my inheritance to grow my wealth. And this investment needs to pay off. I cash out, and then really figure out some business ideas. I just stay patient. Worst case, I over spend,it's not enough to guarantee the comapny survives stress. I can find a supplier, and just flip the profit, a couple, times or so. Nothin greedy. Just double, triple up. And then boom. I'm out for good. I'll be prepared for it all, thats what ibe neem doing anyway. Thanks Dad.