All the world was quiet, awaiting the start of the New Day.....and the God's winked....there was a little bright spot on the Sun today.

Like crikets, waiting....

A lapse hit, the Market...the one so many of us knew, was gone.  The confidence of our clients, our confidants, our co-workers, had hit rock bottom.  The almighty dollar helped to create the almighty medium that is the media...instilling fear where there is hope.  So, we waited & watched...watched & waited.  There was a time soon when we would have the vision to do neither, that time passed when our hesitation grew too long.

Competition was getting harder, yet my business was doing well.  Heck, I knew some of what I was competing against were scoundrels, yet then again...what Industry doesn't have them.  To make it a tad worse, the consumers bought into it.  They bought hard.  Perhaps they were sold it, even still, it was bought.  Somewhere inside me I think our Industry, our Economy, the People will pay for that!

Before I even entered that realm, that existence in which skimmed me by for so many years, I wanted to make sure I was up for the task.  If for one brief moment in time, I couldn't put up with the poverty, the success, the failures, I wouldn't quit per se....I'd just step away.  For me, doing things the hard way was and is my way.  Production=Pay....at least in theory.  This ain't 9 to 5 and we weren't getting paid by the hour.  We get paid by the Closing...Big Difference.

I guess I could of made things much easier....

When I worked in the restaurant industry, I used to jot down thoughts as they came to me.  As I worked in that industry, I knew it wasn't inherently for me or my brain or my lifestyle.  All I really wanted to do was find a more convenient way to make money in the Capitalistic World in which we lived.  I found that, quite rapidly in fact.   Personally, I never wanted to sell anything...I was in tune with a World where you wouldn't have too.  Then, I entered Sales.  My competition was to become Corporate America.  It was time to play the game...

It was bound to get out!

Hell, I honestly didn't even know what a Mortgage was at that point and had no clue of where a career outside of what I was doing was going to lead me....or I, it.  I knew I wanted to get out of the Restaurant Industry & into the Mortgage One...no matter what happened along the way.   It's scary to know who your competition may soon become....

I started out relatively innocent, pretty much a bastion of existence between having wings and going to die....

The Mortgage Ball

The night was silent, the silence....still.

I became what I wanted to be, it never mattered...the poet's pill.

It was bound to happen, in jest & in might.

Wrap your quarters around your thumbs, wrap your brain around my sight,

I wish you all a healthy and demon becoming Halloween "Freaking" Night!

Naive Is Good....

It used to be as simple as toilet papering somebody's abode to make it look like a Gas-Station Commode!  And then things changed in a rather odd sort of way.  Keep it simple stupid, break out the Korn!