Here is a mostly imagined story I will post. It could easily be my future I suppose. It is always possible with me, I don’t know. But I am walking down the street in an area I have never been, minding my own business as I do most of the time, looking at the road ahead and behind, up at the sky or down on the ground. Listening to several sounds. Thinking about my breathing sometimes or letting any thought flow as it goes. When suddenly a driver pulls by and tells me he has money for me. 5 G’s if I would like to partake. I tell him I do not sell drugs or prostitute, but I will gladly sell him an idea or two. An idea or two, get in the car and you better not play me for a fool, he commands of me. I tell him gladly, I have walked for hours with no where to go and my legs could use some rest.
“​So what is this idea that you have for me that can make me some more money?” he asks me. “I don’t know,” I reply. A little hot head with my reply he asks, “What do you mean you don’t know?” I ask him what does he do. He tells me he works in construction and is a volunteer firefighter. He tells me not to suggest that he should start another construction company, one competing against the company that is currently paying him now. I ask him what does he like to do. He says not much, watch sports and tv, drink a few brewskies. That wasn’t much help and this guy is quite edgy, thinking that I am just going to give him any get rich scheme that will help him get rich quick and he will have this ah-ha moment. He claims that I am suppose to sell him an idea, what is it? Patience my friend, I am trying to reach an end and I have just jumped in your car. At least take me half way and I will find the right way that you can start a successful business.
H​e tells me he is married, has two children, and lives a typical lifestyle. He works to pay the bills because this is life, that is what we are here for. I ask if he is telling me that our very existence is to simply work like a machine and die, like a machine, simply to pay bills. “Well isn’t that so?” he asks. I don’t think so. I ask him throughout his life what is something he created that he truly enjoyed the outcome of. He tells me about how he likes to sew jeans and make alterations so they fit better on him. But that is something he tells no one so I better not tell anyone either he tells me. “Now hurry up and tell me this idea, I am growing very impatient”, he demands.
I​ tell him that it seems to me that he should create a sewing business, where he can do modifications and alterations on jeans and other clothing. His family could help him market and sell everything online, no one would even know he is the lead sewer until he wants them to know. And I am sure his wife would support in many and several ways. He doesn’t even have to quit his job until the income flows heavier from the other side.
H​is mind begins to imagine some of the ways that he could do this. He tells me that his younger son is really good at computers and he could probably put it on them Instagram and Tiki Tok thing that kids are into nowadays. He said that his wife does all the financing so maybe she could gather all the money for that business. He could do alterations, modifications and originals pieces and no one will know it is him doing the work. He can do something he really enjoys and make some extra money. Then he looks at me and says “Hey that is my idea! Which one is yours!”
“​Oh I have several, my friend. I just helped you find yours. Here is the half way point, I will tell you what. I will give you half of your money back now. Go off and use it to start your idea. After you have made a profit, you may pay me the other half if you like.” I reply.
“​How will I find you?” he asks.
“​I don’t know. If it is meant to be it will be” I say as I wave goodbye.
I​ quote Tupac one more time “why should I lie when I can dramatise” and for several reasons I will not ever reveal when I am using imagination and when I am using memory to create a piece of work. But there is an example of what I came up with for everyone in proving my point. On the previous blog that is. I don’t know why I write, when that moment is right, I just write, right. I would challenge anyone to choose a topic or throw in a couple words or sentence to include in a blog. I am sure I could use that topic or entity you provide me and make it all fit somehow. Thanks G-Rated Friends