Matador started calling me a pussy, telling me my life amounted to shit, called me a loser, told me how much my life sucks and how badly I needed them. It pissed me off because he didn’t know me at all. And it went against my character to take this shit from him, I never take shit from anybody. But I didn’t want to blow myself out of an opportunity to work for VA.
A little later I agreed to give him a ride to the store so he could get cigarettes. Matador couldn’t drive himself because he was drunk and coked out of his mind. I guess the drug box wasn’t just for the girls after all. He kept being verbally abusive. He was trying to make me cry, and almost succeeded.
When we were standing inside the store, Matador saw that I was about to break down, and finally let up.
“It’s all good,” he said. “I’m just testing you.”
But I was pissed, because my feelings were genuinely hurt. The whole incident left me with the impression that Matador is a horrible human being. He really was like a little kid, like the bully on the playground who needs to talk shit to other kids to make himself feel good. I’ve noticed throughout my life that a lot of people don’t know how to act when they first reach a position of power. They end up treating people terribly, and that’s the way Matador was.
We returned to the house. Shortly before I left, I stood outside the house talking to Moxie. He was a Jewish guy from Australia, and made a fortune through Ebay. In fact, he used to say that you could leave him anywhere, with nothing, and as long as he had a laptop and internet access, he could become wealthy again. He used to fly to China and buy items that were backordered, then bring them home and sell them online. When it came to making money on the internet, Moxie had found the key, so to speak. Pickup is the same way. Once you find the key, you can use it to open the door anytime you need to. It’s kind of like riding a bicycle, once you learn you never forget, no matter how long you might go without using one. He asked me what I was planning on doing.
“Look, these guys will try to suck you into their world,” he said. “There is more to life than pickup. Don’t think of these guys as gods or anything like that.”
“No, I don’t, they’re just people to me,” I said.
And it was true. I had worked with some of the biggest names in the entertainment industry, and all of them were just people to me too. But at that time, I didn’t realize the type of influence Mystery and his team had over so many people in the community, and how many people dropped everything to make pickup the focal point of their lives.
I called Brady as I was driving home.
“I hate this motherfucker,” I said, after telling him about what happened between Matador and me. “The next time I see him, I’m going to fucking deck him.”
“Just forget about it,” Brady said.
“No,” I insisted, “I don’t give a fuck, I’m going to deck that fucker when I see him.”
“If you want to be involved, just let it go.”
Brady ended up calming me down, and convinced me to let it go so I could build a relationship with those guys. He was also a big fan of theirs, so he was inclined to give Matador the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt too, since I still did want to join them.
Over the next few weeks, I kept hanging out at Project Miami and bringing girls. I had a lot more freedom there than I had at my mom’s house. The guys who lived there seemed to have such easy lives, too. Business-wise, it didn’t seem like they were doing much. They made some phone calls to make sales, and most of the menial tasks around the house were taken care of by their personal assistant. They also had a maid who came occasionally and a cook who would prepare meals for the week.
I hung around the house so much that Lovedrop told me I should just move in. I liked the idea, but they tried to rent me a room for $3,000. I just laughed at that offer, because I could have bought my own house if I were looking to spend that kind of money. If it was Project Hollywood instead of Project Miami, I probably would have jumped at that offer. They had a room available because they started having problems with Mehow. It started when Mystery came up with a few ideas for domain names, Mehow overheard, then went and registered them himself. For example, Mystery thought of creating a website called Peacockgear.com, where people could buy peacocking accessories. But Mehow went ahead and registered the name, and that caused conflict. There was also the fact that Mehow couldn’t afford his room in addition to his place in L.A., so he ended up leaving Project Miami.
We kept talking and they agreed that I could live in the house, in Mehow’s old room, rent-free as long as I made $12,000 in sales per month. So I decided to move off my mom’s couch and take that offer. I was about to move into the biggest room in the house. It was actually designed to be a family room. Inside that empty room, I envisioned all kinds of possibilities, for both the room and my upcoming tenure with VA.