As I got into my house, (my wife) Iz told me"Honey, Remember a few weeks ago, in the car on the way home from my mom's house?"
"Yes. Yes, I do"
"Well, this happened"
I told John this and guess what he said?
"How in the world are you going to feed a baby, Have you even thought about this, What are you going to do, Jerk men off the rest of your life?"
"Yeah, that's the plan I'm gonna feed my kid by jerking old men off"
"Okay, good. Well, at least you thought it through"
"It's not funny, Dude I am so screwed"
"I think you should come work with me"
"What are you talking about?"
"Seriously, I need the help"
The more John talked, the more it made sense besides compared to my other prospects, this was the chance of a lifetime. My only issue was, what would I tell Iz?
"I think it's a great idea."
So I lied, You know I've always believed in this business. I told her that John had great contacts in the government and instead of selling bed sheets to penny-pinching retirement homes we'd now be selling sheets to the free-spending, over funded U.S. Military. It's genius, I had to lie. Iz hated the war. She had two cousins serving in Iraq, She also hated the mountain of bed sheets that were taking up half our apartment. I spent the next six weeks in a crash course on arms dealing, When it came to this stuff, John knew everything, Manufacturer's, models, weights, where it was made. They called guys like us war dogs, The bottom feeders who make money off of war without ever stepping foot on the battlefield.
