When I was young, I was quite the entrepreneur. At the age of six, I worked on an 'ice candy' (FACTOID: ice candy are juices or sweet savory drinks placed in tube shaped plastic bags...basically a makeshift popsicle) business. Sadly my little venture failed because I ended up consuming all the ice candy I attempted to sell.
Three years later, I actually started working. My cousin had gotten me into a small dance group to publicize a new fast food chain, Jollibee. After several performances and the company boomed, we turned into greeters at their main location. Being my ambitious self, I took on more tasks than just putting on a smiley face and greet diners as they walked into the door. I started busing tables and taking orders. I guess the sad part was hat we were paid with food coupons but it certainly kept me entertained for the summer.
Onto sixth grade, I continued the dance promotions with our school's dance team. At that time, our client was a arcade/ recreation center. We dance at malls, stages. It was fun! This time around, instead of food coupons we got paid with game tokens and ride tickets! During this time, I also took my hand in business again. I started selling adult playing cards. I sold each card like those collectible baseball/ basketball cards. I even had small albums to protect my products! Being in an all boys Catholic school, I had a market craving for it. I took my dealings in the bathroom to keep away from the faculty and staff. I made a very sizable profit.
A year later as internet cafe's started sprouting around the neighborhood, my business plan shifted. I started downloading pictures and clips of pornography and sold them. I would save them in floppy disks labeling them with various school subject titles...(yes, sex sells folks and i learned that pretty early on).
The following year, well, probably a fact that only three people know about... It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. I got a haircut at this lady's hair salon and I was her last client for the day. Drapes down and we were alone. As she finished up, she reached down and .... Going to a Super Bowl get together To be continued
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