Naive enough to always accept everyone's word as true - this included the school records classifying me as lacking intelligence. Son of a single mom, who was on welfare with 3 children that also worked off the books as a bar maid to make ends meet; the very fact that my mom was so good looking that she always dated men half her age made me proud of her.
But the world around me scorned and ridiculed one who was 12 years old with a step-father who was 17.
The mean spirited taunts and the abuse of my mom by her 3rd husband - led me to foster homes and reform school. Fitting the box everyone desired to place me in - that I was simply no damn good - I decided to accept my fate for a time.
Then I went to NY and found out that my father I had not seen for 10 years was a hero because of his connections to infamous parties. The newspaper clipping I had of his hero status was actually - in reality - a testimony to the fear of the people he represented when he walked in and halted the crimes. So I did what any son would do and tried to impress my father through his industry.
As a result - a choice had to be made - consciously. Did I desire a life of power, money, influence and ready "acceptance" for who I was - or should I choose another pathway. If it had not been for my undying love (even to this day) of basketball - I might have taken on the pathway to the dark side. But in the 1970's I made it to the 3rd cut of the ABA tryouts because I had an uncanny long distance turn around jumper and a play-maker guard ability that landed me the name the "laser guided missle". This, combined with the fact that I lent money to the first Laser Tag facility and also had claim to fame for world records in vidoe games - made Laser stick from hence on - (except with my wife who despised the very word).
Due to a consideration to going to Vanderbilt because of friendships that developed there bafter a walk on potential scholarship at Kentucky was nixed by a friends of Sam Booey's mean spirit towards me - I was anxious to step into my college career and the joy of 5 men working together as a team such as Charlie D, Tommy Springer and Jay.
If I had it to do all over again - I would deliberately choose college basketball and such a level of formal education. To this day I love nothing more than my time there and regret not marrying a girl I met - when the Alumini got me a job at Pizza Hut that ended when I proposed delivering Pizza and was told I was a retard. Would Domino be here today had they not been so dumb back then? A few months later several of the Pizza Hut stores were always robbed late at night, by sophisticated bandits - who always knew where the safe was. Being one who had some New Yorkers understanding of street mentality - I petitioned the area supervisor to shut down the store on very dead nights to give a hint to the sophisticated robbers that we were aware they were coming. After being told that I was not fit for the duty of Asst manager - and should be thankful the job came my way due to my athletics - a week later the crooks robbed the store and stayed in the to finish the job for 20 minutes after the shot and killed a graduate from the police academy who fatalistically was proudly wearing the new shirt and badge he had just earned.
The next day I took on a job in traveling sales and became Laser the Liquidator who - blowing the mind of all empirical studies - turned down the Key to the "good ole boys club" and an $800,000 bribe in the eToys case - where the retard's company fired 1000 double-salaried employees - replacing them with my own staff of 12. When they were going to sell everything for $3.5 to $5.4 million; we got back nearly $50 million.
My reward for such pinacle accomplishment - the DE Chief Bankruptcy Justice accepted a forged letter stating that we simply "waived" our $3.7 million in fees and expenses.
This had led to the current status of my taking up the sword of truth and fighting abuse of discretion, power and corruption where ever and when ever I can!