When I was a kid I had to have braces on my legs - my legs were actually strong but my back was as crooked as a politician. We used to rent out some rooms in our house and one day this nice young man by the name of Presley who played the guitar stayed over and played music while I danced with a broom. He said he liked my moves and was going to try them out at some of his shows.
I grew out of the braces and joined the army and got shipped off to Vietnam. Met a good friend who came from a shrimping family and told me everything he knew about shrimping. We agreed to start a shrimping business when we got out the army, but unfortunately he was killed in an ambush. I tried to save him along with my Lieutenant and others, but he didn't make it.
When I first got out of the army I found myself in Washington D.C. with one of my childhood friend at a base for the Black Panther party. My friend's idiot boyfriend slapped her and I lost it and beat the crap out of him in front of everyone. Afterwards I apologized for ruining their Black Panther Party.
My Lieutenant that I saved and I ended up starting the shrimping business that I promised my friend we would do. It was hard at first, but after a storm wiped out most of the other boats in the area, we were able to gain traction and grew large. We ended up with a fleet of boats, restaurants, and became a household name.
That's all I have to say about that.