It’s days like this when the market demand for the campus is at an all-time high before spring break, that I realize what I’m doing. I’m poisoning my own people to make a dollar with an attitude of “Oh he’s getting his? Well I want mine.” I provide a product that is better than the competition, at a price that is lower than the competition. I own my own company and I control the supply chain for the entire industry within a 100 mile radius. As we expand our operations with my innovations to the trade craft… UCF, USF, Downtown Orlando, and all the Theme Park districts, it is getting harder and harder to draw the line and say “This is where it ends.” The world around me is always expanding, and my reach along with it. I can’t stop what I started, but I can certainly finish what I created. Profit does funny things to your sense of honor. You pursue something for so long it becomes a part of you. And its no longer just “money on the side.” It becomes a game you can’t put down. You roll the dice with your freedom and life everyday. Constantly building a pyramid to insulate yourself from the outside looking in. How long can you hold out? How long can you keep your name out of the mouths on the street? How many cell phones are you going to torch before you feel the heat? I won’t apologize for the things I’ve done, because I’m not seeking forgiveness. I’m part of a system that we all knowingly created and acknowledge as acceptable. I enjoy out performing those around me, watching those that thought they were strong fall in front of me, and proving to myself once and for all that I am a survivor. The money piles up and the haters talk their game from the corner. Its been a long time with a little bit of love, I thank God for everyday I’ve had coming up. I can promise you this: I ain’t even close to done. I just pray to God that I’m safe when the soldiers come.