backbreaker
Master Don Juan
Backbreaker's Third Law
It's nice to help people, but only do when it's not to the detriment to yourself or your goals. Never let anyone shame you into doing anything, and pay close attention to the people who are there when you're not at your fighting weight.
Backstory
So I'm making money, real money for the first time in my life. Got an apartment that is on the ****ing lake. Like seriously, I walk the **** outside in my back door and I'm on a ****ing lake with ducks and geese and **** lol. That was the panty dropper lol. I'm 21 ears old with a secretary. To answer your question of course who the **** do you think I am lol. I had girls buying me ****atoos, he ran away from me lol but that's for another story. Every night was basically friday night at my apartment. My two best friends had keys, they were seniors in college and would already be in my apartment raiding my fridge playing my playstation, sometimes a girl would be there waiting for me when I got home from work sometimes not, but every night eventually someone showed up. We'd play madden and when I lost I'd go in the room and have sex then when the girl would complain about my friends being at my house at 2am I'd tell her to get the **** out and I'd call someone else to come over. God I was alpha as **** lol.
One of these girls, stuck out over time. Truth be told, I had some feels for her and she was spunky and I knew she liked me but she had an ex who I knew was still in the picture, but eventually she showed me she wanted me to be her man. I was happy with her.
So eventually I dwindle the squad from 5-6 girls too 2-3 girls to eventually just her.
I was making money, she was sitting at home drinking strawberry daquaris all night not giving up the ***** any more lol but hey I was happy because she was cooking and she was acting like a future wife, in every sense lol.
I had put on a good face for everyone but we were having issues at work. It started out small. When I say we were making 300k a month in revenue, we were and as silly as it sounds, it was a ****ing problem. Its a problem because this was before PayPal became what it is now or Squarepay or Stripe back then if you wanted to sell items online you had to have a legit merchant account. Legit merchant accounts give you a cap on how much you can process a month. Our first merchant account was with a company called cardservice international which owns western union, for 10k a month. we ran through that quickly but had no issues and turned that into an additional 30k account with nova merchant services, then eventually got that approved up to 75k a month, then eventually added wells fargo merchant services for another 80k then another 55k with worldpay. That in combination with American express, discover which is unlimited for both and checks and ****, we grossed 250000-300000 a month. And literally, the only reason it wasn't more than that, was because they wouldn't let us process more than that. I would literally have to cut off marketing because we couldn't sell anymore computers
So my days, most of them were spent trying to find new merchants. But that wasn't my biggest problem.
My biggest problem was that my business partner was reckless and I couldn't control him. I mean we were 21-22 years old and everyday you see 5-10k show up in your bank account you think you can do **** I get it lol, but dude we don't need go karts in the office bro. Or a hot tub. Yes,we had a ****ing hot tub in our office. I'm not go lie tho I couldn't even get mad cause that got me laid moire than once lol after hours. At first I was like okay we been at this 3 years you want to treat yourself you're more materialistic than I am, okay. Give me some nice clothes, something to drink and a good steak and I don't give a **** about anything else that's always been me. "the rest is just for show. But the day he bought a 1999 Lexus SC300 with 27k mileson it for 28k on A ****ING AMERICAN EXPRESS CARD, MEANING I had to pay it off by the end of the month TO MAKE SURE WE CAN STILL BUY COMPUTER PARTS, you know i wasn't even pissed he bought the car. I really wasn't. I was pissed he paid cash basically for a car we could have financed. He bought the same car I had, I had a emerald green 99 SC330 , but I bought mine myself with my own ****ing money, He just couldn't be outdone.
It was this day I told my assistant to 1. find me drugs lol 2. find someone to buy my share of the company and 3. find her another job, in that exact order lol. I knew then the feds would eventually come. We, He, ,was spending company money for parts and for **** like health insurance on rims, trips to Germany to not get laid, at least get laid dude you ****ing loser lol, and hot tubs. His vanity thought he could turn it around. I knew better, I was smart enough to see what was coming and 18 months after I sold my share of the company, the feds did come.
Now, lost in all that story is that this ****ing faggot was giving me stress to the point where I developed a real drug and alcohol habit. I hadn't taken a drink of anything until my 21st birthday which is June 17th. By September I was drinking 100% proof vodka straight no chaser. By December I was doing that at strip clubs while doing blow. Anything to not deal with the stress of work.
Now, all my friends were around when they thought **** was going good. The first real money I got, a $6,000 payment I basically took as back pay, I took my best friends shopping. When Amber, the girl I liked would start arguing I'd just run by the mall and buy her some $200 pumps to shut her up. Now, that I wasn't coming home for days at a time, now that i didn't have time to play or have fun, no one cares. Amber didn't care. **** she barely noticed. My female best friend who was a news anchor for KATV who used to stop by everyday I couldn't find with a flash light. My best friends were too busy picking through my past and ****ing my ex's to give a **** about me.
By the time I actually sold the company I was ready to get away from them all and moved to Florida.
