Write, write write, I am a 67 year old guy who wants to
leave his mark on the world
and writing is the one approach I can think of. I certainly
will never run out of content. I blew a ton of money because I am a compulsive
who built a small business newspaper in the 80,s and 90,s. I have lived a life of sex, drugs, and chasing women.I sit here alone and depressed. I have great children and grandchildren, no debts because I have been bailed out, I'm healthy...but..life sucks. Depression is destroying me.
I started the newspaper with
literally no money but I was great at selling ads. So, in a few years I had the newspaper it
up to a million dollar volume and 25 people working for me. I didn’t know shit
about managing a business or publishing or anything that makes a good publication..
But man, could I hustle that advertising space. On the phone, in person, selling
subscriptions or selling full page ads to IBM or the corner store.. It did not matter. I was a great
hustler.
But, I could not stop gambling so almost all the money made from
sales, taken from those inept investors, from those disgusting bankers went down the
tubes at the crap tables, to bookmakers, in poker games, into the stock market.
So, to make a very long story short I blew about 2 million dollars,
went bankrupt, and only got right financially after going to Gambler Anonymous
on Jan 9, 2009 and not making a bet since then.
So, here I sit...with the flu. But, it does not matter.
I have nowhere to go.
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