I wanted to share a little bit about how I came to be here in BHW and the events that lead up to my current relative success. I say relative because this journey is still in progress and things are getting really good finally but I expect they will get even better as long as I keep grinding and keep a sense of humility that I used to completely lack. 1991 I had just gotten out of The US Navy. I was working part-time as a private investigator for a firm that my brother had worked for as well. Only he was the Director of Investigations. We both had law enforcement backgrounds. We both liked the idea of being in law enforcement we just did not like anything about the career itself. Private investigations seemed like a perfect mix for both of us. As I said it was 1991, my brother and I used to hang out and get drunk together quite a bit. We would also hit the titty bars and in general party like crazy people. My brother had gotten a DUI at one point and the firm he was working for wanted to demote him to just a full-time regular investigator. I didn’t give a shit about this firm and only worked part time so I quit in order to stand in solidarity with my drunken sibling. About a week later we met my cousin at a local Brown Derby to discuss some business dealings. My cousin was a repo man and skip tracer. Not just any repo man but the best in Northeast Ohio and possibly the best on the east coast. He was shady as fuck, though. So we had two semi-shady cats and a full blown shady mother fucker sitting in a Brown Derby discussing business. The very next day we started a company together. We would do mainly skip tracing, vehicle recovery and use my brother’s business contacts to try and get some PI and background check work. Fast forward a few years and these shady mother fuckers made their first million dollars. My brother thrived under the business conditions and the corporate type entity we had become. My cousin and I who were probably more alike than my brother and I, hated the entire button up tie wearing horseshit extravaganza. Eventually, my cousin departed ways. His drinking had become worse and he was just plain dangerous in the field and with the bank account. I stuck with the company. It was my brother and I again! He brought in some crazy Puerto Rican dude who was some kind of in-law of his. He had a good business sense about him but was a shady mother fucker as well. All of us would go out and get fucked up. I always seemed to be the one getting into the most trouble, though. I had gotten DUIs, spent time in jails and was ordered to multiple rehabs but it was all just part of the game to me. This is the time where we started making that money! Cash money baby! We had fucking arrived! Every bar in Cleveland knew us. Every stripper adored us. Every bouncer hated us because they knew there was not much they could do against us. We usually had an entourage with us. Some of the employees from our company, some of my shady fucking biker associates and whoever else could make themselves useful or at least ingratiate themselves toward us. If you were with us though you were having a goddamned good time. The booze flowed and then the drugs started for me. I was going through $600 worth of blow in a night sometimes. I would outlast everyone! These pussies didn’t know what real partying was! I found myself getting into more trouble. I also found out there was a limit to the amount of horseshit my business partners would put up with. I got fired probably half a dozen times. I would clean up just enough, humble myself and come back to work. They would only ever make me a background investigator or field investigator because they didn’t trust me fully. That was probably a wise decision. (to be continued) It's hard writing this stuff from the standpoint that there are a lot of negative emotions attached to these events. So I will write a bit more tomorrow! Stay tuned.