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WHAT'S THE FUN IN PLAYING A SAINT? [December 30]

No way you can shake me. )

002. December, 2008 {private musings} [December 30]

Money makes the world go round. Sure, it's a line that's been turned into countless annoying songs and fortune cookie predictions, but it's the cold hard truth. If you've got the money, you've got the power. You have mobility, you have independence. Why work for someone else when you can work for yourself and not split the profits? See where I'm going with that?

And, yes, anyone who tells you otherwise is completely deluding themselves.

But sometimes, the money runs high and dry, and you're forced to feed outside of your self-made watering hole. It's crap, but when has anyone ever considered that a valid excuse?

Two years ago, my money ran dry. Well, drier than it normally runs. There was too much in-fighting for me to get involved in the game, so I flew the coop. Temporarily. See, the great thing about having that mobility is using it. I figured once the smoke cleared and cooler (if not more calculating) heads prevailed, I'd make my return bigger than a debutante's ball.

And one split deal (60-40), a few months in paradise (Dubai), and re-upping on my arsenal, I figure it's about time to hold to that promise.

001. {private} [December 30]

In America, the easiest way to make money (make, not get) is to make your own rules. Start your own business, make your own connections. It takes a lot of work, especially if you've been out of the country for the last several years. Then what do you have? Your contacts are overseas, your business has been a floating business. Now it becomes stationary. The new home has to be just perfect, or business won't thrive. Then, the business has to have a name. A catchy name, one that makes people stop and think 'What's that about?' much like a booklet of heavy metal lyrics.

The business isn't enough. Any random idiot can think up a business, find a place to host it (in my experience, I've found that Dad's basement is the most common place for all amateurs to begin), and think up a catchy name. But without the contacts, without word of mouth, you've got nothing. And if you don't have word of mouth in a place that likes to talk as much as it likes its food, you've got nothing.

Once you've built up the connections, it's easy as pie, from there. In my business, I don't have regulars. I have clients that come in for a handgun and end up leaving with two more than that, plus a bushel of information they can peddle around.

Information. That's the other key. Who's screwing who, who's killing what. Occasionally, it happens to be the other way around, but then that gets a bit disturbing. Who's just gotten a divorce, whose husband is in prison for selling narcotics. That kind of information is not just priceless in the selling, but priceless in the knowledge as well.

So who's screwed who lately? Who's killed who? The illustrious Leonardo Marino is dead. As dead as a doornail. Any random idiot might think it was a freak accident, a random act of slaughter. But if you're smart, you look at who benefits. Who benefits from the death of the Marino patriarch? The Irish. The FBI probably does too, but the government men don't have the balls to pull off that kind of carnage, least of all in a public forum.

This is where I capitalize on a tragedy. Occasionally, I feel bad. Who wouldn't? You have to sit and listen to the grieving family, and then sit and listen to the killer's side. I'm hoping to expedite matters so that I can bypass that nonsense.

And this is why selling guns to the highest bidder is profitable.

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