I have been wandering the internet and am floored where some people ended up. Now I worked with dangerous types in some jobs and it is no shock when they end up in a police blotter. Some of the coworkers in various jobs were in the criminal justice system long before they met me. It is no great shock
when a truckman who did time goes back.
The world of fashion sales is a disgusting vile place. The most honest of the lot is the old mafia truckmen. It is a morally perverse place where throats are cut, drug use is not too secret, all types of sexual hijinks and bribery are well known. One of the best moves I did for my soul was to get as far away from these types as possible. At least in the distribution end the workers were a higher class version of the transients I knew at the hotels. The drug abuse wasn't bad but gamblers and thieves were common. The folks were okay in spite of their ethical lapses. In my area I created a type of family attmosphere charged with my never say die attitude.
I had many salesmen and women I worked with. They are like butterfies in that they live beautiful short lives and die in their 40's. Their youth is used up and they are no longer cool and they can't sell a thing. One salesmen was like a brother to me. He was a partner but things didn't go well. His marriage was long busted and he has drifted from company to company in irrelevancy. I offer to treat him for lunch as it helps him remember the days when he was it.
Another salesman I knew was real good. He slept with anything that moved to make a sale. He was almost a cartoon of your ethically challenged salesman and he made top dollar at least 250000 back in the 90s. He founded his own line that failed, his marriage failed. This is just the way of that industry. Unfortunately he was convicted of some type of sex crime with someone under the legal age. Perhaps, I shouldn't be as surprised that he has fallen down and now sells insurance in FLA.
It is a greater curse to have it all and lose it than to never have it at all. I am content serving the public and reading a series of never ending books. I might year for the buddies from my days in the Catskills or the Fashion Industry but I am in a better place. I pen happy endings for the most part. There are times I miss being "the man" but it an odd journey we take through life.