To meet up with some other dealers for drinks. Just what I need, I know, more liquor. But I was already getting lobster-pink in the sunshine. And she just wanted lie in the sun and read some of her new books. 24 solid hours with me is more than anyone should have to deal with. I had a good time although I wondered how wise is was to leave someone that goodlooking out by the pool with so many lonely guys wandering around. I must be confident. Weezer texted me FEBREEZE ROCKS! He's probably huffing it.
Talking with other dealers, I get the feeling my business is in pretty good shape. The market is soft, God knows, especially compared to the early nineties, but I'm feeling more confident than ever that my decision to stay out of debt at the expense of expansion has been a good one. I've felt the pain of not being able to acquire some things acutely, but that's not as bad as the pain of 23% interest.
I actually lied about debt, Grandpa did help me buy the building and I owe a mortgage on my home/business. But he gave me a huge anti-debt lecture and said not to borrow to buy anything that isn't practically guaranteed to go up in value.
Sorry to say, but one of the guys has so much surplus intentory strangling him along with huge credit card balances, that I may be able to get a good deal of good product off him for next to nothing. I can just rent a truck and drive to Indiana. When I said that I pay in cash, his eyes lit up.
I ended up buying the drinks.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe
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