The guy who was my dad, at the time I believed, around 1981, asked me if I wanted to invest in a movie rental company, through a trust he controlled, I said yes. He said a client seeking legal advise asked him during his legal advise for investors, the clients wives, 2 couples, had experience working in a franchise, and wanted to own their own store. The initial investment involved 3 families, including dads/me. The business started to bloom after a year and 3 more stores were opened, in Olathe and Prairie Village. The olathe stores made most of the money by renting pornos. Dad said one of the families that were owners sold out when the man had a new job- Steve- who was a 'salesman' and the 2 remaining families bought them out. A story about 'Steve' involved him backing out of his car and running over a 'girl' I have no idea who 'Steve' was. Over the past 30 years, guesses include a 'steve' who was my next door neighbor kid, who was never my buddy or enemy, whose family and group did some things when I was 16 that were punk to dad and his property, and they became 'punks' more than ok neighbors, and thus after my college, mom and dad made no sense talking them up, as 'great people' instilling wonder in me for 30 years, about who dead dad really was. The look a likes, mafia murder identity theft gossip made some sense based on my real experience, about dad when I was in high school, from who ever 'dad' was after college and during video corner. Complete mind games, gossip, word games, HELL. All a 'strategy to some, to create chaos, make me look bad, unbelievable, to hide their own crimes, and get away with 'murder' ? Another 'Steve' who I worked with in a store, was a police officer he said, he acted snotty to me, told me several stories, and I believe I have seen him around my home in olathe the past few years, in the immediate area. He was not the 'owner' Steve to my knowledge, but has become a suspect to me after over 30 years of hell. 

When the stores were at the peak, and I was out of college working in them,  because I had my money on them, wondered about what they did, and worked purely as an owner, something I will never do again. Perhaps I was stupid to do so, but based on experience,  lifelong statements from dad- then other contradicting statements from him, stupid teachers at school, I just felt like I would see how it worked.  At the peak the other owners tried to sell to dad their half, based on future sales growth the same as the past. Dad wanted to jump on it, I said no, because I would not work at them based on my experience, the way I was treated, and that based on my 'strategic planning' classes at Purdue, future sales were not going to be the same as the past, with new competing stores opening up, that were not there the previous years, nicer bigger competition. Dad said I knew nothing, called Purdue a 'self proclaimed top school' he said the other owners called 'Purdue a crummy school' and that the other owner was a VP at a computer company, who was buying a 'big house' and depended on me working at the stores and us buying them out to finance their mansion. I began to think dad was a complete idiot fagit and hell began. 

Dead dad became such a punk idiot to me during video corner, sticking up for the other owners, acting like the guy was 'god' because he installed the computers used in the stores, which I quit using because they were to slow and crappy, that I indeed became somewhat crazy, not believing what I had myself into, who these idiots were, the gossip, hell, living at home, threats about jobs in college, I have never been the same since and never will be. The business was bought by an accountant at Arthur Anderson I was told, who indeed went bank rupt within a year, as I predicted. The crap from dead dad, the law, the stock broker punks, became the end of my life, as dad? had me put in the state mental hospital, when I wanted my money and to leave, something he would not do. I was mad as hell and in wonder, maybe was not 'right' to have that money, but I could not tolerate his crap and disrespect for my degrees.  I was not a 'bar tender' in video corner, if when I was behind the counter busting ass appeared to be 'bar tending' well, that idea/gossip is true in some ways, but I worked as an owner, not 'bartender' and my degrees/act/gmat scores will kill all bar tenders who yack about shooting me- punk flunkies...... jan 2017

The crap about Video Corner, the stock broker offices, were he had my trust accounts, gossip about him from those punks starting when I was in high school, about murder, identity theft, 'hating snots from Ivy league' saying I am no different than everyone else, every one is treated different, based on 'business' pure crap. lies, gossip, insane stories- too many to all be true, but based on reality - some very wrong things were real, based on what exactly? who knows. Dad saying 'your mother fell down a flight of stairs, she was all bloody, I helped her, she hurt her foot ' when they were at some 'rich peoples house' like I was supposed to know what he meant, who were 'they'? did she fall or get pushed? 

Dead dad was such a punk, saying his friends had degrees, they them selves denied having, his friends lying to me. saying stupid crap, look a likes, dad saying they had look a likes, he him self was in a line of look a likes who kill people and steal their identity, he instilled hell and chaos in my mind, that the law and court houses enforced and will never go away, I hope to destroy all of those people involved in every way with all advertising I do online, any where. The top lawyer in America said to never go to law school, I would never get a job or license, and that since I was not a lawyer, I should not follow the law. He called himself a 'girl' like an idiot, an unbelievable person for 30 years. He acted like the entire world revolved around his house, few neighbors, and friends, some who were never friends in the hood, insulted me in some ways and our family before college, thus having no reasons based on those incidents to ever be 'heros' after my college, a complete wonder to me why dad and mom changed as such.

Since 'dad' has died, some of his friends have been 'more than rude to me' seems a lot are phi delts, a trend I notice, among his friends and jobs. A theory about dad may be a group of phi delts-I know- murdered him- paid money, some lawyers and Betas even went along with it, because they hated him being better than themselves. It could have been when I was 16, or 5 when they moved to the current home. Such gossip has filled my ears about dad, since I was in high school and after college, including from him. One story was I remember from age 16 that he 'killed people' a clients wife, and my real dad, got paid money, because the phi delt was married to a woman not pretty enough, and dad following the law was a 'problem' to them. Such look a likes over the years, stories of people 'working at jobs' that are crappy- so I should do that, which seem to all be lies and crap, all create wonder to me about all people involved.  The issue of 'what people like' became more of life and death, than common sense and the law, like it is a crime to use common sense and right the law. 

Dead dad mimic-ed like a parrot and mom, what he wanted me to act like him, he called himself a 'girl' so I would? because real natural dad was beaten in a fight, like men? blindsided? kid 'steve' who pumped iron and was in football shape, picked a fight with dad at a stock broker office to be a 'man' and he hurt him? then called him 'trash'? with the parents watching it, oking it all, and ran his car over him in the parking lot, acting like it was trash in the parking lot,  a plain witnessed murder, to kill a 'girl' who was a pro lawyer? with a 17 year old punk in top football shape- a 'man' to the punk blind siders?