44 some years ago, a guy with the goob slid a napkin across the table to me about how much money I could make. It was ten times more than than Skillethead was making at Raytheon [Magnavox] as a high level engineer.
It was as the era of Jimmy Carter wore on. What the fuck do you suppose I did?
I grew up, by 1995 and separated after the USSR fell and refused to ply my tradecraft in the USA. Made too much money for nothing. Whatever I did, Prez Pedo threw it all away.
I got $20,000 out of "texting granny". Blackburn wanted to take the old gal's house in the Meadow Ghetto, but it would've cost me more to tear the joint down than what is was worth.
I've got cubic foot of files from that debacle that I'd like to burn, but her children and grandkids haven't sued me yet for destroying my life.