*warning* this is another rough draft.
AS this part of the story, I would tell you that I would be in the ER inside UMC, but first I am going to tell a ‘troll’ story conducted by Mr. C.
During the month of December, Mr. C (I am completely unaware), created a website and printed professionally alot of fake flyers. These flyers where random rating of their Christmas decorations (and everyone got a poor rating as part of the prank) and for more details to call a number that happen to be my phone number at the time. I rarely received calls until after Jan of 2003 where I was in the ER getting calls from angry people about their ratings, these calls would continue to come in for the whole month of Jan.
So, I made it to the floor of ICU as I am bleeding to death, where I started getting blood transfusions just to to save my life, Of couse during this time I had clients send me cards, Mr M, Mr. C and everyone from LVN at the time visiting me. It was rather a wholesome experience. The whole month of Jan, I was going back in forth between various cat scans and other treatments to figure out what is wrong with me, why am I bleeding to death and why I am having such problems and why is my skin green. By the end of Jan, I went in for exploratory surgery where they cut me open just to find out that I had cancer and badly infected with it as well, estimating over 7+ years of growth eating me out internally. They took a lymph node just to run a test and samples from and turns out I was dying from Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, B-Cell high-grade which was highly curable but due to the cancer, my body was heavy weak and decaying over time one of the major problems was my teeth was rotting internally so I also had to get teeth removed and over 6+ months of chemotherapy and other fancy drugs. They attempt to send me home during the first week of feb and soon as I got the procedure done with my teeth I had to return to the ER and wait until everything was ready to begin the Chemotherapy.
My first round of chemo was weird, it was a huge rush but I couldn’t eat certain things, but I went from never being hungry to becoming a fiend that NEED food now because the pains of hungry hit soo hard it felt like I was being stabbed. The kind of food I was eating a lot of was comfort foods, mostly Arby’s and other BBQ Sandwich around like Dairy Queen had one at the time. I couldn’t stop eating and getting huge shake it just became a super carb fest. After my 3rd trip with Chemo, I returned to work in April of 2003, I started to do more things as my strength returned. More DSL installations again, back to building machines from pc computers to servers again, and even back to server and network management it was like I never even left.
May 05th (cinco de mayo) 2003 I was scheduled to go out and do an dsl installation and upon leaving I made it to 28th street and Charleston and from there I was rear ended by someone that caused me to spin out of control and causing the convertible mustang to flip over. I had the convertible top down and the way the car landed, if I didn’t duck my head into the passenger seat I would have been taken from that. I was rushed to the hospital only treated for minor scrapes and road rash burns that ripped my left elbow up pretty bad. I had pieces of the windshield stuck inside my arm. I walked away from the ER later that day, but had to return often to change out my cast and treat the road rash.
Since this accident wasn’t my fault this is where I made a huge mistake, I let Mr. M take control of my finances at this time and allowing him to proceed with suing the insurance and we went after mine as the one who hit me, ran and had no insurance. (they did get caught 30 minutes of hitting me and run) After 2-3 months after this all happened, I seen a check for over 50,000 that I signed over to Mr. M to hold on for me. I don’t even know how he even got that much money to begin with he was never 4th coming about it. Promises on buying a house with that was always mentioned ontop of being a promised of partnership with the company but never not once mentioned if I was to be paid I would be paid this money. Only thing he was paying is my parents bills monthly around this time from power to cable. (keep this in mind for later, as I never seen this money again and it was used against me)
After the accident they ran a scan noticed all the damage has been somewhat reversed but I still had to keep going forward with the chemotherapy.
Next down the story, I collected a check I signed over in promises and good faith, now Mr. M was never really 4th coming with alot of things he always does things like “bro, just come” or “bro, just give me a hand” especially when we question things. (he does alot of shady things that I never picked up on, including having no insurance for the cars he drives and have false documents always ready for when he gets busted for wreck-less driving and speeding 50+ and always had lawyers to drop it to a parking ticket ontop of his contacts he makes while clubbing)
Oct or November of 2003, I along with a few other employee’s also considered friends received a call to come give Mr. M a helping hand, and of course doesn’t tell us why and what just come help move some stuff, we all just assumed this is just another Mr. M helping a dancer move or another office buddy move stuff. When I showed up it was a warehouse and when I walked to the door I seen soo much misc stuff like 500k+ cars, boats, pallets of different merchandise, and what Mr. M was loading was vodka cases from a pallet to yellow moving truck and as soon as I seen what is being loaded all I hear next was FBI Get on the floor, Mr. M and others ran me and another person we called “spammer” dropped to the floor. FBI came storming in pointing Automatic weapons to our heads for the ones who didn’t run. After 3 hours of being questioned and searched they let me go, I think I drove the (second convertible v6 mustang I’ve owned then) pinging the mph at 120 leaving, scared out of my mind.
Everyone that was apart of that lost all faith with Mr. M and calling it quits with him if this is how he treats friends to put them in harms way just to make a quick buck. I felt like I couldn’t do anything because he is technically my financial adviser and has my 50K.
I started to get frustrated over the years of 2003 till 2006 I wrote frustrated blogs as I had no one to talk to about what I am going through or how I am feeling.
I don’t actually remember the time, but there was a time Mr. M had me pick up a girl who later revealed that she was paid to give me a BJ, I turned it down because I am Asexual and that didn’t excite me at all. It wasn’t my thing I drove her to her apartment and said sorry just not what I am into. ( I at the time didn’t know that I was ace, but it was there and it shown)
I did at this time around 2004 – 2005 ish I don’t recall had a free cruise to Mexico and back with LVN. I am not going to lie, It was rather enjoying.
2006 I met my ex-wife and used money I had saved from my disability to bring her from the Philippines (that is a long story). 2006 I got into a house after arguing on how it is going and struggling his ideas with mine and when I gave up arguing he tossed me into a house I had no idea at the time that was over 320k, making over 2,500 a month payments. His idea was to rent out the rooms and boost my credit but I changed that by moving my family in, I mean I never lived with out them I wanted to do something.
What didn’t help was more he got frustrated if things didn’t work out, I would be called names or yelled at for not doing things in time when I couldn’t. He took out alot of his failures upon me and it kept piling up, but also would use different words would call me “a white person” an N word and other words of random.
In 2007, after I married now my ex-wife I demanded wages and money. That is when he told me that I was working for free this whole time, that 50k was spent paying the mortgage not even the down payment for the home. All partnerships was just ideas that will never be possible because I was told I was nothing but cheap labor to him worth less than min. wage.
I gave up at this point and then found a job and left a week later and told him so long I am done.
In 2011, I briefly came back to LVN just as a placeholder until I found a job and I did and left again but that time I got paid $10/hour and focus only on service desk calls and never again returned to the way I was and this time I left professionally the whole 2 weeks and even switched to part time weekends just to help boost me.
And last to close up this story, 2020 I gave an offer to be his CISO (a partnership) with no salary expectations. He laughed at me and told me I am too expensive for him at this point. He is still to the old ways of seeing me as cheap labor and will never give me that opportunity for him to redeem himself. knowing this is how he talks to me and when he does he be littles me instead of being a friend as he claims to be. A friend would help me achieve my goals and dreams not belittle me and tell me different and understanding this, He is no friend of mine.
Over all, the moral of this story, don’t trust people you don’t know especially if you think you know them, Never put your financial trust into someone who claims to be your friend. Stay in control and know your worth from the start.
My mistake was when I stuck a deal I should have the following terms from the start -> intern for a year. If promise of a partnership get it in writing rather it is in an email format. It is still a legal form. Never, I mean Never entrust anyone to be your financial advisor including family or friends.
