I became a bit famous in the neighborhood for my rude behavior in the nightlife, and I couldn't be bothered to work at a new place, and I was a bit crazy from drugs, and I had no money. But I still wanted to gamble. I wanted to play poker. I wanted to play baccarat. Bad things started going round and round in my head. Personal debt collection. I heard quite a few girls complaining that they owed money to a loser like me, and that I never got paid back, so I really started doing underhanded things like a thug to make money. But I was only 23 at the time, and I was just a dude, and things didn't go well right away, and I was worried. The men I was having affairs with paid me easily, so that was a relief. Even so, when I didn't have any money, I would go to work as a construction worker, but I still didn't like being a construction worker. I thought it would be nice to go around and find girls who told me they loved me and get money from them, but that didn't last long either, and it was really hard to find a fat girl.