More from my past!

 Here's another chapter of the book I was writing. 

Chapter 15 - More wheeling and dealing antics. 

From the age of 18 till 20 I was beginning to get really busy, I had my finger in so many pies, I was beginning to build up alot of sellers for my delboy dads dodgy goods.

The way my dad run his operations was he had sellers in estates all over the country, they would come to him every week and get stocked up with all the latest black market goods.

One thing about my delboy dad was he was practically a fashion expert without even knowing it, he was getting in the latest fashion products before the shops did, mind you his was all fake but he was well in the know about all the latest trends and labels.

I started to do what he did and build up sellers in areas who I would go to and leave the stuff with and would return every week and what they sold they paid for and what they didnt sell I took back and give them some more of the latest stuff, keeping things turning over and the money flowing. 

My delboy dad was an expert at moving things and keeping stock fresh and new, no one did it better, he run his operations better than the big brand corporations only on a smaller scale. 

You see he would have bought say a thousand fake Nike tracksuits and say he sold 800 of them making a £5 a set, if he had the 200 left over in a week or so he would have sold them at less than what he paid for them but over the 1000 tracksuits he was making a very large profit, he always liked stock moved and out of the road keeping things fresh and getting in new products.

There is alot of psychology involved in this, you see my dads house and street was like an open air market, all sorts was going on and moving daily and when people see lines come and go moving and selling fast its human nature that everyone wants a piece of the action. 

So for me trying to build up sellers for his stuff was easy enough, all my dads stuff sold like hot cakes, my delboy dad knew what products to pick and what would sell and with the price he was giving me it at I was building up sellers all over the country.

And as I always went about in a mobile pound shop people were coming from everywhere to buy all sorts everywhere I went.

Then I was able to suss out people who I thought would be a potential customer for my contraband I would just take a chance and open one of the washing powder tubs full of contraband and say you wana buy any of this too? Best price and quality in town, peoples faces were priceless, one says what the f**k sort of mobile pound shop is this!!

I didnt give a f**k back then, I had one thing on my mind and one thing only ***MILLIONS*** I wanted suitcases full of my 10 grand compressed like a brick bundles of cash, every wakened hour of my life I ate slept and s**t business and how to make to make money,  nothing else interested me!

I remember one of my life long best mates that I grew up with we went our separate ways when we left school and one day we met up for a catch up.

I called round to his house and sold shop shelving to his step dad, we then got a taxi and I sold the taxi driver some contraband, we then met up with all his football mates and it ended all of them wanted my latest fashion accessories and some contraband too!

My mate cracked up and said, "will you just stop! "please"!!

He said, can we not just go out and have a few drinks!!

I ended up selling him something at the end of the night too, only he got special discount!

You name it I had it, cigs, booze, all the latest fashions, my contraband, steroids and a truck load of household goods cheaper than anywhere else!

My mate that day when we were going out said to me, why do you have a handbag, I said I'll be meeting a few people while were out here, he was making a joke of me carrying a handbag then by the end of the night there could have been 10-15 grand in the bag and he was like what the f**K!! 

Now you know why I carry a handbag, I was doing contraband deals everywhere I went, my runners were meeting people constantly and people would be coming to drop me off money.

I had this extra large bum bag I carried everywhere that I was able to run like f**K with if needed and not be holding me back. 

Nearly everywhere I went I always had atleast 10-15k with me, funnily enough I still have this bum bag today only without the cash! 

My big mate too that I went out with that night in later years he came up to my buyers of anything sellers of everything superstore that I had and I was with a customer at the time trying to sell a bed, he overheard me saying to the customer that the wood in the bed is made from the finest Indian Shesham wood ( I dont even know if thats a wood or not, I made up all sorts of porkies selling things) 

and that its the same wood that they used in the floor of the Titanic which is still intact today at the bottom of the Atlantic so this bed will last you for years alright!!

I heard my big mate in the corner of my warehouse laughing his head at hearing my sales spiel, after he was saying where do you get it from!!!

You know when I look back at it all,  everything I sold came from and was made from mother nature's resources, even the money I dealt with was made from trees!

We take all this from nature and return nothing! 

I gotta a lotta trees to plant, we all gotta lotta trees to plant. 

Business is good fun and enjoyable at times but for me I believe there needs to be a symbiotic type relationship involved with it, give and take!

Our whole business models today is at the expense and complete destruction of our very home that we live in and ultimately I believe how we interact with mother nature and the creation around us will determine our souls journey and what our next life will be, its all Karmic for me. Thank you Buddha!

"May I take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha until I attain enlightened for the benefit of all sentient beings. "

I say this prayer nearly every day, be very mindful of your thoughts and actions in this world, you are the creator of your own life path and after life, I believe this deep in my soul...