Dealer's Life 2 is the sequel to Dealer's Life and a capitalist trading game developed and published Abyte Entertainment on Steam on December 16, 2020. This game is about running a pawn shop and trading items without the risk of being homeless.
The player starts in a rundown shack and then they could eventually build up their business by negotiating with customers, hiring employees and partaking in auctions. However, scammers can try to take advantage of the player with counterfeit items. Each customer behaves differently during negotiations according to their different psychological traits so the player will have to know how to treat the customer and what dealership they want.
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There are times when I still find it hard to believe, but for more than a decade, I made my living as a drug dealer. Meth, cocaine, ecstasy, pot, GHB, Special K. You name it, I had it, I sold it. Meth was a distant second to coke when I began but by the end it was by far my most popular product, accounting for half of my sales and two-thirds of my profits. It also became my personal drug of choice, and for 10 years I smoked it every day. It was because of meth that I went to prison and it took prison for me to finally quit meth.
At my peak, I had over 100 customers and was clearing $200,000 a year, tax-free. I was a one-man operation: the CEO, sales staff, shipping department and bookkeeper all rolled into one. I carried two cell phones at all times, one for drug orders, the other for everything else (which wasn't much). Contrary to the image politicians and law enforcement promote, I never lurked around schools and playgrounds peddling dope to America's youth. In fact, not one of my customers was under 30, although plenty were over 50. Most of them were (and still are) hard working, productive members of society, the kind of people you'd never suspect--and rather not know--are habitual drug users. Among them, a half dozen doctors, several lawyers, two research scientists, even a police dispatcher. As my business grew, it also expanded geographically. My "sales territory" covered most of Southern California, stretching from Long Beach to Malibu to Palm Springs to San Diego and back through the wealthy beach towns of "The O.C."
Those were just my vehicular boundaries. I also used overnight delivery companies to ship drugs to select points around the country: meth to New York City and San Francisco, coke to Cleveland and Miami, ecstasy to Chicago, Special K to Atlanta.
Looking back, it's not like I aspired to a life of crime, even with my Sicilian roots and boyhood pride in the Mafia. I grew up in Downey, a white, middle-class suburb of Los Angeles. I was intelligent, a good student, and a three-sport jock. I played clarinet well enough at 14 to be promised a scholarship and travel through Europe with an all-U.S.A. orchestra. I had two younger brothers and well-meaning parents. With my GPA and high SAT score, I was told I could go to college anywhere. But leaving my nerdy clarinet behind, I chose a two-year school with a reputation for partying. It was there in 1978 that I was introduced to my first line of cocaine. I had entered the netherworld of illicit drug use. The dealing started almost by default, when I began looking for a better price than the $100-a-gram I was paying for coke and discovered I could get a full ounce--28 grams--for $1,000. I found myself selling to friends, for little or no profit. When they started pointing their friends in my direction, the charity stopped and the primordial development of a drug dealer had begun.
In the early 90's, after an attempt to settle down had ended in divorce, I began to meet women who were doing meth, not coke. That was a bridge I had no interest in crossing because even I believed once you stepped up to speed, addiction and derailed dreams would follow. But classic rock and cocaine had been replaced by the rave scene and speed, and it was time for me to catch up. The first time I snorted it, I thought, "Whoa!" This high was different from coke; it came on just as fast, yet I was more lucid and acutely alert. It was easy to stay up all night and still make it through the next day without falling apart. Then I tried smoking it and it was even better, partly because I had never smoked anything else in my life and it was fun, and partly because my nose needed a break from all that abuse. They say it only takes once to get hooked on smoking the stuff, a statement that still sounds preposterous to me. But since it was all I could think about from the moment I took my first drag, who am I to dispute it? Profound changes occurred within weeks: I was drinking and sleeping less, accomplishing more, and losing weight, 20 or 30 pounds in the first few months alone. Sex became an endurance sport I couldn't get enough of. I felt great so much of the time, I couldn't even think of a downside.
But there would be a downside. I was racing toward the poorhouse at breakneck speed. My real job couldn't be blamed: following in my father's footsteps as an insurance adjuster, I had worked my way up to managing the claims department at a big grocery chain. But after several mergers, I was let go. I was so stunned and humiliated, I couldn't bring myself to tell my father for almost a year. Losing my job forced me to consider the unthinkable for the first time: dealing drugs on a fulltime basis. But even if I could overcome the stigma of such an occupation, and handle the risks involved, I didn't have enough customers and my debts were mounting even faster. I applied for a few jobs in claims but when they didn't pan out, my self-esteem hit an all-time low. With a mindset that I had little to lose, I plunged into dealing with the same vigor and work ethic I had displayed in every job I'd ever held.
At first I was deathly afraid I wouldn't make enough to survive, so I did anything I could to increase sales. I ground the cocaine so my customers didn't have to. I delivered anywhere, anytime. I gave out free drugs for new customer referrals. I even took checks. By the end of the first month, I was able to let out a sigh of relief: I had made a profit in excess of $5,000 and it seemed like I was going to make it after all...as long as I didn't get caught. Periodically, as demand dictated, I put new items on the menu; first, ecstasy, then Special K (an animal tranquilizer that is no longer available), then the notorious "date rape" drug, GHB. I sold pot for a while, but it wasn't profitable enough and it took up too much space. I paid about the same amount for meth as I did for coke--approximately $600 an ounce. But the most I could gross on the coke was $1,200 while the meth brought in $2,400. The more popular meth became, the more my profits soared. By the end of my third "fiscal year," meth sales had driven my monthly profit to an average of more than $18,000. Then, in a single moment of betrayal, my world turned upside-down. Early on my 42nd birthday, my oldest and best customer was arrested selling coke that I had sold to him. Thinking he could save his own neck, he set me up that night. I was initially charged with 11 counts of narcotics possession with intent to distribute and spent three days in jail before making bail. I spent the next three years on the outside, fighting my case. The district attorney conceded upfront that the vehicle stop, my detainment, the search of my vehicle and the seizure of evidence had been illegal, and seven of the 11 counts were quickly dismissed. But after 69 court appearances and $120,000 spent in my defense, I lost anyway.
Of course, I was guilty all along. I ended up serving almost 10 months in state prison and I'm about to start my ninth month on parole since release. If I continue to stay clean, and maintain my residence and employment, I could be discharged from parole as early as January. I sell hair transplants now--and I'm pretty good at it--but it saddens me to think that while I have excelled at every job I've ever had, dealing drugs is the only time I felt financially secure. And what about all the money I made? I don't have much to show for it, that's for sure. I never bought any big-ticket items and whatever money the government didn't seize as ill-gotten gains ended up going to my lawyers. I'm more in debt now than when I started dealing full-time. As for prison, it was a nightmare; from the anal cavity search to the last race riot I was compelled to take part in. I also observed first-hand how prolonged meth use ravages the body, particularly teeth. I saw literally hundreds of inmates missing some or most of them. Their teeth were just gone, rotted away. After 10 years of the same kind of chronic meth abuse, all of my teeth are still here, but I worry and wonder how much damage I have done that I cannot see.
I've been asked if I think meth should be legalized, and my answer is no. Do I think the penalties are too harsh? Yes. Are we winning the war on drugs? Most of the time we're not even picking the right drug to fight. Major League Baseball and Congress are obsessed with steroids, while in basketball, it's marijuana. But ask any player in either sport whet the real problem is, and they'll tell you meth. So what do government and law enforcement do to win the war against meth? Fight another war. Shutting down 100 labs a day nationwide isn't going to make a dent, and locking up every meth user is a costly waste of time. And rehab? Nearly every meth-using inmate I met in prison had plans to go back to using as soon as they're released--random drug testing and the risk of going back to prison be damned! This is a drug that has an insatiable pull even among people who've been off it for several years and who have a tremendous incentive to stay clean--their new-found freedom. The war against meth is complex, and I'm not sure what the answers are. But I do know that the way we're fighting it now makes it an unwinnable one.
\n WakeMed cardiologist Chelsea Ngongang, MD, FACC, walked into a car dealership in December 2019. She was greeted by Roy Roth, who sold her the vehicle of her dreams, and their lifesaving friendship began.\n \n \n \n Roy says, \u201cI was fortunate enough to have been the one to greet her that day. She pulled out her cell phone and showed me the vehicle she wanted. It was in stock and available, so she took it home. Turns out, she was Dr. Chelsea Ngongang, a local cardiologist in the Raleigh\/Durham area. From that day forward, I became her concierge; we\u2019d regularly communicate with each other.\u201d\n \n \n \n A Chance Meeting\n \n \n In December 2022, Dr. Ngongang and Roy had a chance meeting while she was at the dealership getting her vehicle serviced. Roy had lost weight and was looking healthier. Impressed, Dr. Ngongang chatted with Roy about what he was doing differently.\n \n \n \n She says, \u201cUpon my initial meeting with Roy three years ago, I noticed cholesterol xanthomas (pouches) on his eyes. I\u2019d just met him and knew it was inappropriate to ask about his medical history. When I went in for my three-year maintenance, I asked him how he was doing because he looked really good. He told me he was working out. That concerned me. While I wanted him to work out, I knew he needed a checkup. I noticed his cholesterol pouches had regressed from his lifestyle changes, so I explained to him what they were. I felt led to urge him to undergo a non-invasive test not covered by insurance. He readily agreed. He told me he had diabetes and that his dad had died at 59 from heart disease. I told him that some people with heart issues will have neuropathy (especially if they have diabetes), so they will not have the same pain fibers to their heart. I scheduled him for the test, formerly called a coronary calcium score, and told him I\u2019d see him in clinic.\u201d\n \n \n \n Roy was excited about the test. He had signed up for a weight loss program, joined a local fitness center and hired a personal trainer. He felt the knowledge he would gain through testing could help him target his fitness and dietary habits more effectively.\n \n \n \n \u201cMy goal was to get my blood sugars under control and lose 22 pounds by March 1, 2023,\u201d explains Roy. \u201cI went at it like a madman, spending two hours daily at the gym \u2014 even changing my work hours to accommodate this. My goal was to add five years to my life, whatever that would be. At the time that Dr. Ngongang recommended the non-invasive test. I\u2019d lost 15 pounds. People at work and clients were noticing. I was feeling great with no negative symptoms.\u201d\n \n \n \n Surprise Results from a Non-invasive Cardiac CT Scan\n \n \n In January 2023, Roy went for his test. He paid the $99 fee and was sent back for imaging. He received a cardiac CT scan for coronary calcium, a ten-minute test, meant to determine the presence, location and extent of calcified plaque in the coronary arteries \u2014 responsible for supplying oxygenated blood to the heart muscles.\n \n \n To Roy\u2019s surprise, when he checked his WakeMed MyChart account test results, he learned that his calcium score was dangerously high.\n \n \n \n Dr. Ngongang says, \u201cSo, we got the coronary calcium score, which was alarming. Yet, he had no symptoms. I decided to schedule him for a stress test. The stress test was also terrible. He went nine minutes and performed so well, but the images and EKG results looked very concerning. I decided that we definitely needed to get him into the cath lab. I reached out to Roy, told him to stop working out immediately and confirmed that because of diabetes, he did not have normal sensations of pain. I told him he might have more than one blockage and would likely need surgery.\u201d\n \n \n \n A Catheterization That Didn\u2019t Happen\n \n \n On February 2, 2023, Roy underwent catheterization at the WakeMed Heart Center with general and interventional cardiologist John Kelley, MD, FACC, and team. It was supposed to be a 45-minute procedure.\n \n \n \n He shares, \u201cI was in what appeared to be an operating room. It was pretty cool because they asked me what music I wanted to hear. I was all about Bruce Springsteen at the moment, so the Dr. Kelley said, \u2018Alexa, play Bruce Springsteen.\u2019 I received sedation that calmed me but kept me awake. They placed a tube through my wrist, but it wasn\u2019t painful. I felt like a car with a NASCAR race team running around doing everything that needed to be done to help me.\u201d\n \n \n \n Within five minutes of starting the test, the team abruptly stopped. Dr. Kelley informed Roy that they needed to end the procedure and that they would speak with him shortly. Roy was taken into the waiting area. Before long, he was greeted by cardiovascular and thoracic surgeon Robert Ferguson, DO. Dr. Ferguson explained that the team completed the catheterization but, upon adding contrast, they saw that they could not add stents since Roy had four blocked arteries. He required coronary bypass surgery.\n \n \n From Feeling Good to Feeling on Edge\n \n \n Roy was shocked and immediately texted Dr. Ngongang to share the news. He went home in the care of his wife and decided it was best to get his affairs in order because, deep down, he wondered if he would make it. He wondered if his life would be cut short at 66 years old similar to what his dad had experienced at 59. Concerned especially for his wife, Roy gave his son access to his financial details and documented his end-of-life information to ensure that, should anything happen to him, his wife and two adult sons would have what they needed, and his wife would have a nest egg to secure her financial future.\n \n \n On Tuesday, February 7, 2023, at 5:30 am, Roy and his wife checked in at the WakeMed Heart Center. He tried to behave casually for his wife\u2019s sake, but deep down, he was concerned.\n \n \n \n He recalls, \u201cI was thinking, \u2018I sure hope I wake up.'\u201d\n \n \n \n Coronary Artery Bypass Graft\n \n \n Dr. Ferguson and team prepared Roy for coronary bypass surgery, also called coronary artery bypass graft. It involves bypassing narrowing in heart arteries, using arteries harvested from other parts of the body to restore blood supply to the heart. For Roy, it was a seven-hour procedure.\n \n \n \n \u201cI came out of surgery about 3:00 pm and went to Cardiovascular Intensive Care where I remained for five days in the care of an excellent team,\u201d expresses Roy. \u201cIt was awful but wonderful. I was alive.\u201d\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Eventually, Roy was well enough to move to a cardiac intermediate care room, where he remained for six days. Roy was discharged in mid-February and urged to take it easy with only light exercise and no lifting.\n \n \n \n Roy says, \u201cI got home and immediately took a shower. It felt so good. Since discharge from the hospital, I have been home recuperating and likely will be home for a couple of months. My weight is down 21 pounds, and I\u2019m feeling better day-by-day.\n \n \n \u201cWithout having sold Dr. Ngongang a vehicle three years ago and our chance meetup this past December, I would likely be dead after having a massive heart attack. My arteries were all 90-100% blocked. My gym workouts would likely have killed me. I don\u2019t have adequate words to thank Dr. Ngongang and Dr. Ferguson for saving my life.\u201d\n \n \n \n Post-discharge, Roy was also referred to WakeMed\u2019s Cardiac Rehabilitation program where he is now building his strength and exercise intensity as well as learning about heart-healthy nutrition.\n \n \n Two Caring Providers and Better Days Ahead for a Grateful Patient\n \n \n Dr. Ngongang has benefited from referrals from Roy.\n \n \n \n She says, \u201cMultiple of his colleagues now see me, and those referrals have been great. Roy told me he wanted just a few more years to see a longer lifespan than his parents. I\u2019m glad everything went well, increasing his chances for longevity. He sends me messages constantly telling me I saved his life. I feel that it was meant for me to meet him.\u201d\n \n \n \n Dr. Ferguson has continued as Roy\u2019s provider, carefully monitoring his progress as he works through Cardiac Rehab.\n \n \n \n He shares, \u201cThe most enjoyable part of my job is meeting so many people from different walks of life. No matter what, patients seeking medical care share a common goal and that is to prolong their lives. Sometimes that means undergoing open heart surgery.\n \n \n \u201cAt WakeMed, we take pride in having some of the best surgical outcomes \u2014 not only in the state, but also in the nation. We could never achieve these outcomes without wonderful, highly motivated patients like Roy. We are so thankful he chose WakeMed and wish him the best for years to come.\u201d\n \n \n \n \n About WakeMed Heart & Vascular Cardiovascular Surgery\n \n \n At WakeMed, we offer innovative minimally invasive procedures that treat a wide range of cardiac conditions. Our board-certified and specialty trained cardiovascular surgeons and dedicated staff at WakeMed are experts in diagnosing and treating cardiac conditions.\n \n \n WakeMed Heart & Vascular is committed to providing not only the highest quality surgical care with the best outcomes, but also with support for our patients in the weeks following their procedures. Our Tele Heart Care program allows us to extend the exceptional care we provide in the hospital to support our patients and their families as they navigate heart surgery recovery in the weeks following their return home. Our patients ultimately experience a safer, healthier recovery \u2013 avoiding complications and reducing the likelihood that they\u2019ll have to be readmitted back to the hospital.\n \n \n About WakeMed Cardiac Rehab\n \n \n WakeMed Cardiac Rehab offers a safe, monitored environment where you can gain the strength, confidence, camaraderie and nutritional know-how you need to live a heart-healthy life.\n \n \n The WakeMed Cardiac Rehab specialists welcome patients who have or had:\n \n \n \n A recent heart attack\n \n \n Cardiac bypass surgery\n \n \n Angioplasty or stent placement\n \n \n Valve repair or replacement surgery\n \n \n A heart transplant\n \n \n Stable angina\n \n \n Heart failure\n \n \n ", "author": "WakeMed Heart & Vascular", "dateCreated": "2023-03-27", "dateModified": "2024-03-27", "headline": "Looking Under the Hood How WakeMed Heart and Vascular Physicians Saved a Car Dealers Life", "image": { "@type": "CreativeWork", "url": "https:\/\/www.wakemed.org\/sites\/default\/files\/hg_features\/hg_post\/166ab3db8fd3c7506e53a4afe7b3848d.jpg", "name": "Roy-Roth-with-Ferguson-Ngongang_4" }, "inLanguage": "en-us", "name": "Looking Under the Hood How WakeMed Heart and Vascular Physicians Saved a Car Dealers Life", "url": "https:\/\/www.wakemed.org\/about-us\/news-and-media\/wakemed-blogs\/2023\/03\/looking-under-the-hood-how-wakemed-heart-and-vascular-physicians-saved-a-car-dealers-life", "wordCount": 1662} Home About Us News and Media WakeMed Blogs Looking Under the Hood How WakeMed Heart and Vascular Physicians Saved a Car Dealers Life Looking Under the Hood How WakeMed Heart and Vascular Physicians Saved a Car Dealers Life March 27, 2023 By: WakeMed Heart & Vascular 152ee80cbc
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