I am in Salinas, where I do a fair amount of business. I lived here for almost two years, pursuing a disastrous partnership in my first effort to own my own firm. To make a long story short, I got screwed by a guy I considered a mentor, a person far craftier and more ruthless than me. At the time, I felt lucky to escape with my sanity.
I don’t like this town. It is a shitty place, and I probably have some PTSD triggers here. It reminds me that of late, my enemies have had the better of me. I need to get the Sunchaser suspension done so I can take it on long trips. I would feel better in that car.