Up the hills and and valleys I go. Goods and money in my coat and lama. Many say I'm like the the trader in minecraft.
I deny for I have a dark secret one I shall reveal to you.

I was young, at the age of 15 to be exact when I started trading. Before hand I was a carpenter. I started small, I found some green plants, no not marijuana. I knew that was strictly forbbiden. Although I did trade with it once I quickly found out I could sell grass as Cannabis and quickly leave before they noticed the difference. Fake weed was what my buyers called me. I think. I imagine that they still hate me, for that reason alone I began trading other things to people that were more local.

16 was my age when a man dropped a bag of white stuff. Either sugar, salt or cocain.

I brought it home and sure enough it was that illegal drug. Weird, I thought that people would be more careful with this stuff. Given how expensive and illegal it is. Why was he so careless I shall never know.

Caring the bag I went to an acquaintance that sold pharmaceutical drugs. But that was easier to sell that a bag of snow.

So to this day I keep that bag. I'm case anyone decides to buy it. Probably gone bad or something. I was never a drug dealer but did start that why. The first ones I sold on mass was painkillers. Made nice money for my age but I wanted something more.

My dad became a locksmith when I was 17. I still had my life ahead of me but I decided to work with him. Might as well. I could learn a thing or two.

At that moment I thought about the Internet. More specifically, the dark Web. Was I desperate for money?

Yes. College doesn't pay its self. I had $300 to my name. My parents obviously can't afford it. And I ain't going into debt that my grandkids would pay off. So my navie self got some keys and sold them. I wasn't stupid and made the keys myself and gave fake addresses.
Well, I stopped after 3 break ins and 6 dead. Turns out some addresses where real and some keys were real also.

My guess is that I subconsciously did keys similar to my dad and in a rare case, matched a key to a house. Not one that I saw but surprisingly it was to a random house. I stopped after that. Got my $4000 and left the trade of keys.

Still not enough for college but then I decided, I could trade. As my job. So I grabbed paper and made a sign. Bought some lime and lemons and you know where this is going. Lemonade stand. I did get a decent profit but hated it. So I dropped it and made a human vending machine. I sold 2 types of juice, 3 types of chips, 2 types of chocolate and one type of fizzy drink.

Got profit, but not sustainable. So at the age of 18, I moved out of the basement and headed towards London. Trading wasn't my only reason, I Just didn't want to be in a country that is way to capitalist that it's getting close to fascism.

So in London I picked up a part time job to get money for supplies. I am homeless after all. I got a room in a hotel for a week, and stole a few soaps, towels, shampoos, conditioners and bodywash... And a pillow.

In the hours I wasn't working, was me  trading. Near my hotel. Yes it was London but not in the heart of it.

I sold a few bits of food but food and drink is something I don't like selling, I focused on making something, (buying origami and then using pens to make it a tad bit different), and reselling it. Got more money but was grinding work. After the week in the cheap hotel I decided to live in the underground.

That was my sweet spot. Well no the underground, but more of homeless people. I quit my job after the week, and traded but not primarily for money. Stuff like pillows was pretty easy to sell to a guy on a street but I was thinking objects and possessions.

This one guy had cool glasses that were definitely £1 and I had a hat. Good trade, used that sunglasses to get money to get umbrellas. When the day came I sold them to people who didn't have them.

I went to the pharmacy, and borrowed painkillers mainly, and gave appropriate amounts to homeless. Was it good? Nope that shit is dangerous and I regret doing that as a guy was sent to the hospital. Luckily it was NHS so the guy didn't have to pay anything. I feel sorry for the workers there fixing my mistake.

Painkillers from that day I still have. I did sell a few more but I just climbed a hill covered in grass. Over looking a villige is where I am going to trade next. Yes, even att the age of 27 I still am trading. The village seems like a good one to. Low odds but I might get a girlfriend. Although through my life I wanted to be single and traveling the world.
Possibly I might change that. Probably not.

I shall decide as I go down the hill and valleys. I do have a dark secret and shall take it to my grave. Well you know it of course... But no one else does, but my lama.