Still in search of a place to stay for the summer, Ricky and I found out our path to finding shelter could have been much easier.
In Chapter Three, the blows keep adding up as yet another bomb is dropped. I’m starting to think I might be in trouble.
Before you can be successful as a door-to-door salesmen, you must first be brainwashed by other salesmen.
I was a 19-year-old man. I was naive. I got sucked into a world I never thought I’d be in. Door-to-door sales. This is my story.