The Day I Said Fuck It

The Day I Said Fuck It

 ” Having a job is like having a gun pointed to your head, you never know when they’re going to pull the trigger.”

My workplace let me go because they found that I have a criminal record from 10 years ago. I have been working at this place for a couple years now and have never caused any trouble, but they insisted that I was a security threat. What they don’t realize is that I have changed throughout the years and am no longer the same person that I was 10 years ago. This was unexpected and I was pissed, but there is nothing that I could do about it. I cannot deny the facts of what has happened in my past, I can only plead that I have changed but they don’t believe.

So after that, I decided to get a job and sent out a few resumes. Got the interviews and nailed them. Some of these places really liked me and wanted me to work for them right away. Then this happened: They asked me for my social insurance number and asked me to consent to a criminal record check. I said “Ok,” and check no under the line where it says “Have you ever been convicted of a criminal offence?” Thought they weren’t going to check but a couple days later they phoned me up saying that they really wanted me to work for them but that the boss didn’t want any ex-cons to work for them.

I tried a couple more times to look for a corporate job but they all said no. I guess large corporations don’t like ex-cons very much. The only option now was to look for blue collar work but I wasn’t really digging it. I just couldn’t picture myself flipping burgers or be hammering away at a construction site. That was the day I said “Fuck It.”

From that day on, I decided that I wasn’t going to depend on anyone anymore. I found myself getting too complacent with this legit life. I was just going with the flow and going through the motions, doing nothing special with my life. I was just a slave to these white folks doing whatever they wanted me to do. I finally had enough… I didn’t want people to go through the same shit I was going through so I started this blog.

Before my legit life, I was into selling coke, moving about 20 kilos a month. Was doing good but one day I got caught. I always regret that day because I knew I could have done better. I knew that that the cops were on to me and I didn’t adjust my business because I didn’t take the threat seriously. I also regret not having properly handled my money and I regret not getting out of the game when I was at my high. But one thing that I regret most was not having a proper mentor in the game.

There is such a steep learning curve in this business that many people die or go to jail even before they make it. It is very sad but this is true. This happens because the dealers aren’t properly trained. There isn’t a school that teaches people how to sell drugs and there aren’t any books that teach you either. In order for them to learn, they must go out there and experience for themselves, but experience takes time and they risk a lot during this learning phase.

The reason important knowledge doesn’t get passed on to others is because dealers don’t want to lose their competitive advantage. Knowledge is power and dealers are very careful in guarding their trade secrets. Due to this secrecy, their knowledge oftentimes goes to the grave with them, never to be heard by anyone. I find that this is a complete waste and believe that knowledge should be shared by everyone.

In this blog I am going to teach people how to sell drugs the professional way. I am going to teach people how to protect themselves and I’m going to teach people a business system that I used to operate my business. I also want to teach people when to exit the business at the right time. My job here is to teach you so that you don’t have to go through the same shit I went through. I hope this information helps you all. My wish for you is to live a prosperous life. I never want to see you in jail or end up dead. I want you to live a prosperous life.

Best Regards,

Kenny K.


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