After a successful first Gala, I throw several more Gala's of varying success. ( again I don an archeologist or Startrek costume, the past combines with the future ~ Daniel Jackson / Indiana Jones / Lara Croft triage .. Occasionally, I would wear a leather trench coat which extended to my shins as well as Killer Loop designer sunglasses. ) The parties for the most part generate a profit. Probably because I had more control over them. More importantly, I was one of the most popular and well known "entities" in town. I promote low alcoholic beverages and serve food in order to avoid drunkenness. Not only was that smart thinking, but primarily because drunkenness and optics do not go together. I promote methods of reason to dissuade use of narcotics. Father runs several advertisements which he approves, designs and strategically places. He does it on company credit. I advise people against drinking ICE beer, because of its low quality and high alcoholic content. I especially warn against drinking large amounts of alcohol in order to forget or fudge the failures that have occured. After buying alcohol, it sits in my cupboard for several months of very little use. I make a few small mistakes like buying more wine for a dinner party when they are already nearly drunk. Nothing appears to occur because of it. I pick at the details of some things I stated, but nothing was twisted or absurdly wrong or inaccurate. I take some pain killers for the difficulty, which I determine I disliked more than the difficulty.
True to prediction, after exactly 3 years, we close the company's doors. Most in part because of an enormous advertising debt. The large advertisement debt was mostly lame ads that made little in the way of sales. We were unable to pay off the ads that did make money, thereby cutting off our income. First mistake was to believe my father when he said he could make money. Second was to allow him to do it himself. He may not have been able to control everything as I made the product possible, but he could control the marketing department he was delegated. He was after all from a different side of the family than I. The company it's self being a corporation, I was shielded from the problem. The design was still technically my personal property. With the exception to one of the software packages we sold to generate income. Father leaves to return to his own agenda. Despite being a Washington Redskin fan for some time, I tired of their lack of quality and selection of players I do not prefer (which had occured for several year at this point). I never root for them again.
A new company is formed simply to assist with cleaning up the aftermath. Much of my property I stash at my girlfriends apartment. A girl who called me her "Sun God". She leaves to Florida, with my stuff. The rest was stashed at my uncles (in-law) or kept with me. Unable to sell the house in time it is returned to the bank along with the car. Despite having low alcohol consumption, I am arrested for a DUI. I mark it down as a false accusation. Getting a new car, was the easy part. I replaced it with a 944. Lower price tag yes, but it was affordable. Temporarily I stay at my mother's house. I drive off the road and wreck my 944. After resolving a few things I temporarily stay at my grandmothers. My family being the way they are, never ask me if I am ok or seem concerned for my welfare. My uncle (in-law) takes my stuff to the dump, and I get into a fight with my grandfather. My grandfather was clinically diagnosed with mental problems, however. My grandmother suggests I do not speak to him due to his sanity. I soon get employed as a developer in Seattle ( Lynnwood ), and attempt to complete closure so that I may rebuild my life. I could have kept the house, but then again the house was not in Seattle where my new job was. Porsche 944, 911. Stargate ( Soldier of Ra , Daniel Jackson ) at Coopers Point ( 57 / 157 / 5700 ) 57th Way. Home plate pyramid, where one might live. Soundtrack by The Orb, Toxygene. Visit : http://orbitalspin.leapmaker.com
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