Chapter 11
Episode 11
when I realised everything has to be in black and white and only real life fully qualified with the plumbers and yeah official documents means that you are a professional or have actually made it and are now considered government recognized organised criminal and every crime ever done are I went to prison was convicted and can now after spending 13 years of my Life behind the door and spending 13 years eight hours a day five days a week for 13 years in education to earn the qualifications that amounted to over 70 diplomas and qualifications from university to be able to change and retire from a career choice which was never a career choice it was a stupid kid's theory that only real life people that do real last things become real life role models no one wants a fake a liar or a person that has no actual qualifications people don't want to have a role model that lives in a fictional fantasy world people I have found have always had that most respect for a person that tells it how it is and never lies to anyone or to themselves because the words that come out of your mouth you have every right to be able to fulfill and make the words come to reality come to life and everything I do is planned to precise details and researched fully and then put into a step by step plan that the lost it always means you are now fully qualified or a real life whatever your goal or dream was to be has now become reality like I said just because Facebook or YouTube has you on someone else's beat singing or doing a version of a and the char song it will never mean that you are a professional music artist because only the charts that officially represent music Will efficiently make you into a professional music artist big difference if you say you are professional but you do not have the qualifications it may get you sections under the mental health act for a deluded fantasizer that lives in a fantasy world where they think they are in the same leagues as professionals that works hard and professionally will never have any unqualified on educated person humiliate or be a part of anything they do because of the safety issues that safety is always been the main priority
The stark reality hit me with the force of a slammed cell door. It wasn't enough to *understand* the game from the outside; to truly be recognized, to transcend the realm of aspiring artist into the pantheon of legitimate, albeit unconventional, success, I needed the official stamp. The world, I discovered, operated in shades of black and white, and for true recognition, for the kind of respect that mattered, you needed the paperwork. Plumbers had their certifications, doctors their degrees, and yes, even the architects of the underworld, the ones who shaped the very fabric of societal fear and control, had their own forms of official validation. This validation, I learned, came not from bravado or imitation, but from a crucible of experience and education.
My path, therefore, had to pivot. The romanticized notion of the "gangstar" born from hardship and street cred alone was a mirage. True influence, the kind that resonated and endured, was built on a foundation of proven competence. It meant facing the consequences, not just observing them. So, I embraced the system I had studied from afar. Thirteen years. Thirteen years behind bars, a stark testament to my commitment. But those years weren't just about penance; they were about transformation. Every single day, eight hours a day, five days a week, I immersed myself in education. Diplomas, certifications, qualifications piled up, a testament to a relentless pursuit of knowledge that spanned countless fields. I earned over seventy, each one a brick laid in the new foundation of my reality.
This wasn't a career choice born of youthful fantasy; it was a calculated reconstruction. The theory that only those who lived the "realest" lives, the ones steeped in illicit deeds, could become true role models was a fallacy. People craved authenticity, not fabrication. They didn't want a leader lost in a fictional haze; they wanted someone who spoke truth, who owned their past, and whose words were backed by tangible achievement. The qualifications I amassed weren't just paper; they were proof. Proof that I could master complex systems, that I could translate abstract knowledge into concrete results, and that I could, in essence, redefine what it meant to be a "real life whatever" I set my mind to.
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