My Chemical Romance: Helena

Note: This was updated at 1:21 PM.

So this is a long story, a story which I've delayed writing for some time simply because I didn't have the bloody time.

I've had many glasses of wine, in fact, I'm about to pour another.

A lot of (events) have transpired since last anyone has heard about my life.

I will go into the bit for public consumption, the rest, well fuck the rest =/

The little business I tried to grow from since I had the notion of running a "business" in my adolescent brain has all but gotten up and left me.

I'm not sure what version of the story I'm about to give you, but I'll try to be brief because that's about all I can be anymore.

I've acted as a "make believe" owner in my own company from its inception. Totally due to the fact that non-immigrants on H-1B status cannot be anything but an employee in a US corporation (unless they own publicly traded shares, but that’s irrelevant). I engineered it so that I sponsored my own Visa almost three times, the first attempt failing at the last minute because I was relying on contacts from James when I should have been relying on contacts of my own (thanks to Scotty). But in every iteration, the very thing I engineered was the thing that would keep me from being an owner for quite a few years well. Fucked up thing was there was no other way to do it, get on an H-1B then apply for residency. A long expensive process. So I went on faith, I went on a lot of things, I was "legally" just a bitch, but in practice I was an owner. When I look back on things, I wonder where the people who were part of Frostbyte would be without Frostbyte, without me, but that would make me an asshole right? Right.

On a side note, I'm still amazed at how fucking difficult the US government makes it for people who want to go through the right channels; just yesterday a waitress who couldn't speak a word of english was serving me... yeah I'm sure that went through the right channels.

So, G-unit pushed to leave (Elemental Studios), with good reason. It seemed we'd be stuck in that house for the foreseeable future and beyond. Greener pastures. There were strings, mainly of the religious kind (which all seem funny now) with our new partner, but even with those we saw a brighter light at the end of the tunnel. I hated leaving Ft. Lauderdale though.

I'm not one for change, but if I was going to be evolving I'd rather evolve with someone who was (at one point) damn near my best friend in this country. So we left.

And things happened, things MOVED. The ambition we found in our new partner was a force to be reckoned with (I've got more than my share of reservations about Frank's views, but I could never fault his drive). It made up for any lack thereof in us, and then some.

Great.

Things happened, many things happened. On the shitty side I found myself being the sole advocate on many issues, which was amazing considering I thought I was part of a duo. That may have been my failure, that may have been my weakness - it really doesn't matter anymore.

So we MOVED. And we were/are on the verge of getting a loan for a lot of money. Money we need to start playing with the big boys, money we need to "put our wang on the table". Funny thing though, the government said my wang needs to stay squarely in its pants.

H-1B, yeah. Can't get a loan, can't put my credit to task, can't be on the wire - assets and all.

I can't say a part of me wasn't relieved, it's a scary fucking proposition. But seeing them move on, seeing that light shine ever brighter than before, well it's a feeling I can't describe.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Back to the wang.

The "company" we long decided to remain as Code Media, Inc. because of the financial history backing the company, so we were going to phase out Frostbyte Interactive, Higher Level Media, and SOHOS. So that company would go on, but now I couldn't be a part of it, so I'd be damned if these fucks were going to make off with everything, take all my intellectual property, my entities, my blood sweat and tears and leave me to start from scratch. You'd think I wouldn't have to fight, and to their credit it could've been worse, but things really do get sticky and change with business.

The details are still being worked out (leave the stress to me).

However, Frostbyte will remain my own, and as of this week I've been working from home, no longer willing to make the 2-hour drive to Jupiter for a salary which is almost as good as we were paying ourselves (or not paying ourselves) as owners.

...

So this, if you've managed to follow through my meanderings, is where I'm currently at.

I'm trying to rebuild a base for myself, take what's rightfully mine, and decide what the FUCK I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

I can get a job, I can setup a shell entity and transact business to Trinidad (details still being researched), I can go back to school, or I can get the fuck out of the US.

It's a wonderful life, I gotta go to sleep, maybe when I read this in the morning I'll revise (check), goodnight.

People, I did not unwittingly send you multiple viruses in your email. Thanks to some quick detective work I discovered I was the unlucky s.o.b. that was picked as the random FROM spamming all the other emails in an address book. Obviously the address book shared some mutual contacts, which led to the confusion.

That address book belonged to none other than the so-very-indian himself, Stefan. So, direct all hate-mail in that direction, not mine.

In the words of the piano man himself, "I am, an innocent man." Thank you, and have a tigerific day.

From the BBC.

Link via Taran Rampersad.