When I was about 18, I worked in a small business of about 8 employees. They refurbished leased copiers for a Minolta outlet.
I spent most of my time, winter included, in the warehouse section of the building – forklifting copiers into boxes, pouring chemical corner-forms into those boxes to hold the copiers in place, taping them up and shipping them out.
For the most part, I was in that warehouse alone.
There was an guy who worked there by the name of Jeff Stark. (He and I met at my very first job – working for Dallas Music Industries / Sound City.) Nearly 10 years my senior, Jeff was the primary person who’d spend any time with me in that warehouse. This lasted for about a year.
Jeff had a fascinating story. When he was in his late teens, Jeff was in a horrible motor vehicle accident which left his face permanently disfigured. Not mangled, mind you, but some really serious scars. Which were probably worse before plastic surgery. (Ever see the bully in Three O’Clock High? Jeff looked just like him, menacing included. But he was a sweetheart.)
As a result of this accident, Jeff got a huge insurance settlement, which was held in trust until he turned 18.
Not one for money in the first place, Jeff drove around in a Chevette. He could have bought just about any car he wanted, but it wasn’t important to him.
Now Jeff played guitar – and had a really great rock and roll band. And this was the ONE place Jeff spent money. He equipped that band with the best PA and lights… because that was what was important to him. Read more