Drugs are a different world. The worst thing from having a vending route was that i got fat lol.
I also had to have three sit downs over certain issues. I didn’t sit!! I was a nobody. People I knew sat for me and straigtened things out. Silly ####, like a broken machine, or someone though they got cheated out of commissions, but those things could take off fast into somthing bigger, and a few times they did, hence the sit downs.
The worst thing from selling and doing H is destroyed judgment and #### ups left and right that the bosses wouldn’t put up with.
You can NEVER tame a drug empire (but then the Mexicans do it. I wonder how? Perhaps because they can kill Anybody at Any time with no govt to speak of to stop them.)
I have a close friend who's Italian. He wasn't involved in any of that, his family owned a completely legit business.
But he told me a lot of stories about growing up in an Italian family. Grandfather still alive, from the old country. All the uncles and cousins lived on the same block, in a row of houses all right next to each other.
I love hearing his stories.
A lot of them revolve around this: no matter what happened, it is your fault! You're out on a delivery and the truck's tranny blows a gasket, it's your fault. Motor blows out on a mixing machine while you're running it, it's your fault. You fall over in a dead faint while you're inside an industrial oven cleaning it out, it's your f-ing fault.
I think that must be a feature of Italian family culture. Non-Italians look at it from the outside and think "oh, that's so nice, they're such a loving family, it must be so much fun to grow up Italian." Not completely true.