There are some rules about what I do. Namely these:
1) I do not steal.
2) I do not sell my organs.
3) No tax dodging.
4) No selling of family members.
5) No gun running/drug dealing/pimpomg etc.

Now, maybe these make it all a bit boring, but the way I see it? You gotta have some structure right?

I think I know how Hitler must’ve felt when he realised he was fucked. That kind of sinking feeling, a helplessness that is only present when you think things had been going so well before. Right up until now.

In all fairness, it was a bit of an ambitious project, especially to take on at a time when one shouldn’t. I mean, if that guardian angel who is supposed to be looking over me had tapped me on the shoulder at a point right back at the begging and whispered “Just nipped into the future to check it out for you Matt”, he would have followed it with a gentle shaking of the head and the wry smile you give someone to let them know of your disapproval. If that had happened I might well have been in a largely different position now to where I am. But it didn’t. The Angel was in the pub sipping a white wine spritzer and snacking on mini popadums whilst I wandered off down a path that lasted two years and left me in financial state that Enron would shudder in a fear at, a cold disappointment at my failed business and 5 steps further from my dream than when I started. At least I tried though.

So that point that it all changed. I’m not sure I can even pinpoint the day, but I know I can pinpoint that feeling. A slight feeling of invincibility and excitement, spiked with tints of fear. Or was there fear? No, now I think about it, I don’t think there was. I don’t believe there was a point at which I considered it might not all work out. That was certainly the first milestone that brought me here. The second and third were less substantial but no less significant. The second was when we realised the business was going to fail. The third was when I dreamt of my car. In reality points two and three happened in reverse order but that’s neither here nor there, I don’t believe that they were connected.

It might be prudent to work from the beginning to the present but I have found it never pays to be prudent, at least not in points of explanation so the time is now, and I’m here, on my sofa in an empty flat. Well it’s not entirely empty, there’s an un used dishwasher in the corner, cowering behind an untouched toolkit. Both are nuzzling up to the lifeless assortment of torn pants and stolen T Shirts hanging limply over the radiator, hoping it might spring to life at any second and supply them with enough warmth to dry them out. The ceiling is still artexed, waiting for its turn in the list, along with every other job in the flat, and then there’s Jamie. He’s not really waiting for his turn in the list, he’s just here. There’s a story about that too.

It’s was always an unlikely partnership at the best of times but no doubt, he’s my friend and the man I chose to work with. We cut our teeth in the industry when we met back at school some ten years ago. It’s not an industry you’re likely to have met before; trading in guns. Well, you may have heard of gun running, but this isn’t exactly the gun running you’re thinking of. If ever there were an industry on the other side of the arms trade, it was ours. Fighting to brush off the sticky tar of its association with the weekend warriors, tournament paintball was our market of choice.

On my 26th Birthday, 24th Oct 2007 I will buy myself a Ferrari. A cobalt grey one with black and silver trim It will cost me £100,000.

To do this I need to save over £50,000 per year. To do this I will need to make a lot more money than I can earn. I will need to be 100% focused on this dream. I will need to create and run businesses to make money for me. I will need to save hard.

I am prepared to give my car, my flat, 2 years of my life, my job, my possessions, my free time and my wants.

All this I will do.

M.Lindsay

Right, give me ten seconds to bring you up to scratch. Go......
My name is Matt and my dream is to make enough money between now and October 24th 2007 to buy myself a £100,000 Ferarri. I am prepared to do anything and give anything, these rantings are the diary of my journey.

Well I reckon that only took 8 seconds to read so I have two left. Except now I dont.

Whatever.