The beginning. I always thought of myself as a pretty decent human being. I was wrong. Dealing with the public for the last 10 years operating an automobile service business changed something in me that I didn't like. My lease was up the first of the year, so I decided that was the end of that chapter. Sure I had had some great times, built some hilariously nasty cars, and save people 100's of 1000's of dollars by keeping them out of the dealerships, but it was time for a change. I sat alone in my loft watching the clock tick closer to midnight on December 31st, I had told my employees to seek other employment, begun liquidating and/or disposing of all of the detritus I had accumulated in my life on this planet, and began thinking about the points in my life that stuck out as highlights. When I was 18, I had hustled up a sizable pile of cash through hard work of buying, repairing, and reselling a few cars and a couple of bikes, I left home heading west. The two months I was out on the road still stick in my mind as a glorious experience, seeing new things and meeting new people was eye-opening. It didn't last forever. I returned to Tennessee, worked my way through several entry level jobs and then went to school for Automobile Repair. Due to an economic downturn, my singular goal in school was denied me as Porsche decided maybe they didn't need quite that many people that year. I again returned to Tennessee and got back to hustling. Through various trials and tribulations, I found myself the owner of an automobile repair shop, where I spent the last ten years chained to a building, listening to every sob story known to man.