I WAS WORKING AS a real-time programmer in San Diego. There are a lot of politicians in San Diego and I'm not a politician. Worse yet, I'm never gonna be a politician, because I was too valuable as a worker and as a result the powers that be wouldn't let me play politics. I was caught in a trap and I could see no way out.
I was working as a real-time programmer on site at a military base in San Diego. I found myself in the middle of political problems. As a result, Fat Freddie, the Project Manager attacked me and he got himself busted up really bad.
I black out during violence, such as Fat Freddie's attack. Fortunately, the military base has a security camera on duty. It's later determined that Fat Freddie did indeed attack me and that I hit Fat Freddie with a straight blast right hand that's also later determined to have broken his jaw and knocked out four teeth. I then hit Fat Freddie in the solar plexus with a monster left hook. I finish Fat Freddie with a right forearm to his ribs and Fat Freddie goes down like the sack of excrement that he is.
Despite the fact that I was the victim of an unprovoked attack, I got fired from my job and the police arrested me.
Fortunately for me, the military base security camera has a version of what happened between me and Fat Freddie. The security camera proves that Fat Freddie attacked me and perhaps shows that he attempted sexual assault on me.
I got a good lawyer and he managed to sue my former employer for a lot of money. I won the lawsuit. My winning the lawsuit resulted in the situation where no one in the San Diego defence community would interview me, much less hire me.
I then lucked into a database programmer job with a company that turned out to be in the going out of business. I made a lot of money betting against the company where I worked. I also managed to score quite a bit of pussy along the way, some of it because I helped ladies escape from the sexual predators who ran the company where I worked.
By now, I have enough money to live comfortably on the earned interest, which is good. Because of my winning lawsuit against a former employer, no one in San Diego will actually hire me. Well, I do get a few consulting jobs, but nothing steady. I'm thinking about leaving San Diego and getting a programming job somewhere else. However, it's hard to give up the San Diego beaches, the climate and the world that I know.
One day, I get a consulting job, a database type of thing. I go in and set up a database, but the job is way too simple to really need a programmer of my experience. When I get finished setting thing up, I get called in to talk to the president of the company.
The president sits behind a desk about the size of an aircraft carrier and tells me, "Mr. Holt, you'll never get another regular programming job in San Diego. Do you realize that?"
"So I have been told. I do what I can as a consultant and also do some other odd jobs around the beach. I manage to get by." (I don't tell him just how well I get by.)
The big man (Mr. Wagner. Not Wag-ner, Vahg-ner) tells me, "I have need of a man who can do a few odd jobs for me and keep his mouth shut."