My story goes like this:
I was really getting into major trouble in highschool, so my 'punishment' was to work during the summer with my Grandfather. He was a Swedish immigrant, about 6'5", 300#, and mean as hell. But he taught me good work ethics, and trained me to do things the right way the first time. I worked with him for 3 summers, and some weekends until I graduated.
Got a partial scholarship to UM Rolla for engineering, but as soon as I got there, I set up shop, in the most illegal fashion. Also got into the fun lifestyle of
chasing puzzy and partying
and just never seem to make it to class. Got booted from school a short time later. Came home, and flirted with police/jail-time before I pulled my head out of my a$$.
Went to work for a w/c and painting company, and stayed for about 10 years, still
chasing puzzy and partying
Finally, woke up, and started my own thing.
Why, because I like to do it.
I stay in it because as I said above, I like it, and I also see no one waiting to fill my shoes. True paperhangers are a dying breed.
BTW, even after getting married and settling down, i still miss
chasing puzzy and partying