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Rednick
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Kicking a man while he is down.
Where should I start with Tim Tipton? He seemingly has all the legitimate endorsements. He knows all the right things to say, you really want to believe him...or at least, I did. After this story you may think a lot of things about my fuck ups. I run the situation over and over in my head too many times on a weekly basis. I can say that many warning flags were raised and I let myself be deceived. All I can do is help others not make my same mistake.
I, like many others, was ecstatic at the events of the summer of '09. Although it was new territory, there was some excitement at the new possibilities that lay before our state. Sure, people flocked here from far and wide, so it felt like my little party was becoming a bit too overcrowded. Concurrently, it felt like what I assume it would feel like for a gay person to come out of the closet. I wasn't trying to live a double life, it was liberating. What I learned, was that some of the worst hacks, heralding the 'Medical Bandwagon', didn't just show up in the year after, they had been here for some time already.
Enter into my life Tim Tipton. A friend referred me to him, he told me a great many stories about the work this man has done for the "indigent patients". I was idealistic and naive at the time. To blindly take the word of someone I had met only once before was stupid. What can I say except Tim had all the right things to say, but that is all they were, words. Sure, I was chomping at the bit to help make some "change" in the perceptions and parallels of this substance, but I also have to keep a roof over my head, right? It seemed like a match made, how else would I come into contact with these people in need? And the soldiers with PTSD...I now doubt Tim ever had any patients that he helped from the war. All seems just another big web of lies.
Well one thing I soon learned was that roof over my head was not going to be supported by any help from Tim. I 'donated' a pound, and that was the last I saw of Tim. Not to say that Tim wasn't apologetic about not being able to help me cover my costs of providing medicine, which includes rent for a place to grow the medicine, I got a different, seemingly legitimate, apology every week. After the first week or two I should have known it was all bullshit. He didn't have these legal fires he was putting out, probably just sitting on his couch putting my 'donation' up his nose. Number one rule of a credit department, the longer it sits out, the less likely it will be paid. My finance profs would have retroactively flunked me for those moves.
Luckily, I didn't get evicted. That didn't seem to be a concern for Tim, even when I said "Hey, I just need a fraction of what you owe me to pay the rent". Then one time I called him enough that he accidentally took my call, as he was avoiding me. He was in the middle of a rant with some newbie, telling him (and I quote)
T.T. " yeah, I know it sounds like a lot of money. But these trimmers usually sell for $1,300. I have a coupon for $50 off, and that is still a lot of money, but I can get you it for cheaper....Hello...Are you still there?"
Me "I'm still here."
T.T. Click. (phone conversation ended).
That sounds to me like he was trying to hustle a few extra dollars of another sucker than myself. The story of Tim's life, he will try to scare you into thinking that he has some special understanding of the situation and that with him you will be better off. If anything you are better off never knowing this snail. I pray multiple times per week that I never meet him again, I will just chalk it up to a learning experience, and just be glad this asshole didn’t get me into any legal trouble with his interpretation of the law.
Like your teacher would do in math, don't just take my word for it, work out the proof. I didn't, don't be that fool.
Where should I start with Tim Tipton? He seemingly has all the legitimate endorsements. He knows all the right things to say, you really want to believe him...or at least, I did. After this story you may think a lot of things about my fuck ups. I run the situation over and over in my head too many times on a weekly basis. I can say that many warning flags were raised and I let myself be deceived. All I can do is help others not make my same mistake.
I, like many others, was ecstatic at the events of the summer of '09. Although it was new territory, there was some excitement at the new possibilities that lay before our state. Sure, people flocked here from far and wide, so it felt like my little party was becoming a bit too overcrowded. Concurrently, it felt like what I assume it would feel like for a gay person to come out of the closet. I wasn't trying to live a double life, it was liberating. What I learned, was that some of the worst hacks, heralding the 'Medical Bandwagon', didn't just show up in the year after, they had been here for some time already.
Enter into my life Tim Tipton. A friend referred me to him, he told me a great many stories about the work this man has done for the "indigent patients". I was idealistic and naive at the time. To blindly take the word of someone I had met only once before was stupid. What can I say except Tim had all the right things to say, but that is all they were, words. Sure, I was chomping at the bit to help make some "change" in the perceptions and parallels of this substance, but I also have to keep a roof over my head, right? It seemed like a match made, how else would I come into contact with these people in need? And the soldiers with PTSD...I now doubt Tim ever had any patients that he helped from the war. All seems just another big web of lies.
Well one thing I soon learned was that roof over my head was not going to be supported by any help from Tim. I 'donated' a pound, and that was the last I saw of Tim. Not to say that Tim wasn't apologetic about not being able to help me cover my costs of providing medicine, which includes rent for a place to grow the medicine, I got a different, seemingly legitimate, apology every week. After the first week or two I should have known it was all bullshit. He didn't have these legal fires he was putting out, probably just sitting on his couch putting my 'donation' up his nose. Number one rule of a credit department, the longer it sits out, the less likely it will be paid. My finance profs would have retroactively flunked me for those moves.
Luckily, I didn't get evicted. That didn't seem to be a concern for Tim, even when I said "Hey, I just need a fraction of what you owe me to pay the rent". Then one time I called him enough that he accidentally took my call, as he was avoiding me. He was in the middle of a rant with some newbie, telling him (and I quote)
T.T. " yeah, I know it sounds like a lot of money. But these trimmers usually sell for $1,300. I have a coupon for $50 off, and that is still a lot of money, but I can get you it for cheaper....Hello...Are you still there?"
Me "I'm still here."
T.T. Click. (phone conversation ended).
That sounds to me like he was trying to hustle a few extra dollars of another sucker than myself. The story of Tim's life, he will try to scare you into thinking that he has some special understanding of the situation and that with him you will be better off. If anything you are better off never knowing this snail. I pray multiple times per week that I never meet him again, I will just chalk it up to a learning experience, and just be glad this asshole didn’t get me into any legal trouble with his interpretation of the law.
Like your teacher would do in math, don't just take my word for it, work out the proof. I didn't, don't be that fool.
