Faceplant
01-17-2005, 07:54 PM
i was always told to learn by others mistakes, not your own. unfortunatley, i always had to learn from my own.
ive been feeling the need to share my life in light of recent events. so here it goes, the best i can, the reason why iam the way iam.
it all started in my early teens. i had a passion for driving fast cars, that werent mine. though i had grown up in a rather privilaged household, i always hated it, and wanted to be a 'bad ass' of sorts, so i did. after stealing cars until i was 18, i got caught. because the judge was kind of a friend of a friend, etc..etc.. i was given a choice; enlist in the army for a year, or go to jail for a year. now, this was real jail, i was an adult and had quite a lengthy wrap sheet on me already. so i gave it a lot of thought, and a year later i got out of jail...heh.. my only regret in life was going, and not joining the army, i would have been a different man if i did.
in jail i learned a lot of crazy shit. jail isnt what everyone makes it out to be. no one gets raped, no one dressees up like broads, no drugs, etc..etc.. it was hard though. i learned how to fight in jail. every day there is a fight in jail. it was mostly black and puerto ricans in there, so i joined up with the 'clan' people. we looked out for eachother, it was the best bet i could of made. i served my whole 12 month sentance because i got written up a lot for fighting and what not.
i was 19 when i got out, and the world seemed like a whole different place. not many 19 year olds had lived the life i lived and hadnt done a year in the joint already. therefore, i did not have many friends, and those i did were like family to me. after i year of really doing nothing except doing and dealing drugs, (coke), i turned 20 and begin to realize how easy it was to make money and started doing it in a large volume. of course that led to getting arrested. i had been arested twice in a year for drugs, and then i happen to knock someone out right in front of a cop...whoops.... 4 months later im out of jail again, and 21.
now im 21 and said FUCK THIS! i stopped doing drugs, droped all my bum friends and went solo. i somehow regained trust in my father and he set me up with a nice little used car lot, his first yard. i learned the used car business back and forth and found out it was real easy for me. i made a ton of cash on the legit, had any car i wanted, bought anything i wanted, and basically did anything i wanted.. it was great, i was 21 and set for life as far as i was concerned. i floated with this for two years.
now, i didnt mention that ive been into guns/gunsmithing my whole life, ever since i was a little kid. now 23, i started building guns for a hobby. hot my class 3 manufacturing license and started making dealer samples of machine guns and shooting them, on the legit. i then was offered a lot of cash to build live machine guns with no numbers, no questions asked. i thought about and said fuck it. i can build a tommy gun for under $500 and sell it for $5,000, id have to be stupid not to. well dozens of guns and 100's of thousands of dollars later, i found out it was stupid.
they wanted me to do 120 months! 10 years in a federal pen. i had my bag packed and ready to go, but my lawyer held it out for a long time. its still more less going on, but its just about over, with no jail time which is cool, because i just did four months for an assualt charge, i got out alomst 2 months ago. hopefully it will reamin status quo and i wont get any jail time, but i cant come near any gun of any sort for probably the rest of my life, and thats all i can say about that.
but now, i finally learn. 24 fucking years for my learn who i hurt, how i fucked myself over, and the money, talent, time, and smarts i wasted. im going to start living my way the right way, even though i dont know which way that is.... now im officially solo, im a lost soul.
and that my friends, in short, is the past 8 years of my life, a wasted life.
ive been feeling the need to share my life in light of recent events. so here it goes, the best i can, the reason why iam the way iam.
it all started in my early teens. i had a passion for driving fast cars, that werent mine. though i had grown up in a rather privilaged household, i always hated it, and wanted to be a 'bad ass' of sorts, so i did. after stealing cars until i was 18, i got caught. because the judge was kind of a friend of a friend, etc..etc.. i was given a choice; enlist in the army for a year, or go to jail for a year. now, this was real jail, i was an adult and had quite a lengthy wrap sheet on me already. so i gave it a lot of thought, and a year later i got out of jail...heh.. my only regret in life was going, and not joining the army, i would have been a different man if i did.
in jail i learned a lot of crazy shit. jail isnt what everyone makes it out to be. no one gets raped, no one dressees up like broads, no drugs, etc..etc.. it was hard though. i learned how to fight in jail. every day there is a fight in jail. it was mostly black and puerto ricans in there, so i joined up with the 'clan' people. we looked out for eachother, it was the best bet i could of made. i served my whole 12 month sentance because i got written up a lot for fighting and what not.
i was 19 when i got out, and the world seemed like a whole different place. not many 19 year olds had lived the life i lived and hadnt done a year in the joint already. therefore, i did not have many friends, and those i did were like family to me. after i year of really doing nothing except doing and dealing drugs, (coke), i turned 20 and begin to realize how easy it was to make money and started doing it in a large volume. of course that led to getting arrested. i had been arested twice in a year for drugs, and then i happen to knock someone out right in front of a cop...whoops.... 4 months later im out of jail again, and 21.
now im 21 and said FUCK THIS! i stopped doing drugs, droped all my bum friends and went solo. i somehow regained trust in my father and he set me up with a nice little used car lot, his first yard. i learned the used car business back and forth and found out it was real easy for me. i made a ton of cash on the legit, had any car i wanted, bought anything i wanted, and basically did anything i wanted.. it was great, i was 21 and set for life as far as i was concerned. i floated with this for two years.
now, i didnt mention that ive been into guns/gunsmithing my whole life, ever since i was a little kid. now 23, i started building guns for a hobby. hot my class 3 manufacturing license and started making dealer samples of machine guns and shooting them, on the legit. i then was offered a lot of cash to build live machine guns with no numbers, no questions asked. i thought about and said fuck it. i can build a tommy gun for under $500 and sell it for $5,000, id have to be stupid not to. well dozens of guns and 100's of thousands of dollars later, i found out it was stupid.
they wanted me to do 120 months! 10 years in a federal pen. i had my bag packed and ready to go, but my lawyer held it out for a long time. its still more less going on, but its just about over, with no jail time which is cool, because i just did four months for an assualt charge, i got out alomst 2 months ago. hopefully it will reamin status quo and i wont get any jail time, but i cant come near any gun of any sort for probably the rest of my life, and thats all i can say about that.
but now, i finally learn. 24 fucking years for my learn who i hurt, how i fucked myself over, and the money, talent, time, and smarts i wasted. im going to start living my way the right way, even though i dont know which way that is.... now im officially solo, im a lost soul.
and that my friends, in short, is the past 8 years of my life, a wasted life.