well more to the story I grew up in the projects of buffalo new york and we had abusiness we ran numbers the irony of that luckyleo is amazing ,anyway as a kid I use to carry money all over the neigborhood it was called singleaction I remember one of the numbers was 238,and514 man those were the days I always had a new bike and always had money so basicly I have been around the numbers all of my life.I grew up in a great place it was a place where everybody looked out for each other nothing like today believe it or not I didnt know what racism was because all the kids got along most of the time we use to go to the bakery called balestaries some of the best bread and pizza in the world I went to schoolwith their kids and we went to the meat market and I went to school with them too you know from a kids eyes things can be great its us adults that f**k that up pardon the english.buffalo was agreat place to me before I became a teenager once I reached 16 and 17 it became small and I had to get out anyway I could.,the next year I graduated man,I hated high school and have had a recurring dream that I didnt graduate get this I do business with my highschool today funny address 666 e delavan crazy.after graduation I had a friend go to the air force he came back and told me how great it was two weeks later I was in san antonio doing boot camp just that quick while I was there my spirit wouldnt rest I started having dreams I would wake before they would wake us up I wanted out,about two days went by and the sargent came in and said is ther anyone in here thats wants to go home if thats the case I will tell you how to do it and he did and in 17 days I was back home eating pizza with an honoroble discharge one thing I regretted never finished .got back home and went back to my job at burger king my life long dream to create the whopper that they didnt sell to be continued...........................................