When I say associate I mean associate, but when I say Partner I mean Rick

Back in May of this year at the crest of just bagging this tiny village of Evanston, Wyoming, I discovered a shop, that while steep in the monthly rent rate considering all that needs to go into it each month, just to keep the candle lit there, but Come July I was just about to bag it. Not enough oomph in cash flow, not enough support from the club, the defeat of the Reaper Club, was a bit too much, the failure to light the stick for the radio operation, much less, something within the same per month rent rate as we were paying in Utah, for office/studio, but one day out looking for something decent to eat on a Sunday after church, I saw a sign on a rickety stick, says shop for rent. So I called and found that it was doable well sort of. Some guy named Delbert had said he'd go into partnership, if I had a shop in town, but he for some reason lost in it so I was on my way out. So had a bunch of old lumber in there, so saw some guy online that wanted used lumber. So told him I had some, he agreed on price so down to the shop we went. After a short visit he wanted to go into business with me. The first piece of a problem was when He wanted to rename the shop. So I fell back on a name I used in Idaho, The Dixie Garage. Over a short period I started seeing things come up missing. First it was a very small ball peene hammer with a custom made handle. Then it was occupying the office then it was on and on, but for the first two and a half months he did pay half of the rent, but not the power, phone etc, although he could sure use up the power and phone. But my snacks to maintain sugar levels and tools and bringing in projects that never were authorized. Including leaving my projects out in the cold. The service truck was never fixed, My Subaru was never fixed, or even started on. Why? First I never had enough space to work, and two I was going through a heck ofallot of personal and vocational problems. All things that were said to be paid for, but didn't. That person, his kids his other half I call associates. Now then about mid point came in Rick, who has become a dear and trusted friend, besides partner in the shop. I know when I leave something out it'll stay where I left it. I know if I need a bit of help money or otherwise if Rick's got it he'll help. Rick is why I'm busting my ass to make this thing work. But the old adage of it takes money to make money. When your a specialty fabrication, MC/Hot rod shop, you can't depend on the locals for getting shop work, or book shop time. You need to reach out to Metro-Utah, Idaho and even California. Now if your at least a genuine USDA male, you read the magazines, be it EasyRiders Truckin or others, the best way to get a guy's attention is to have a hot babe straddling a custom scoot. In the same lane, if your watching, at least where you can watch it, seems all Viacom networks are not here in Wyoming at least Evanston, but when you watch shows like American Thunder, or Power Nation, those sweet hearts on there are not there because they know a dang thing about bikes or customs, they're there to get YOUR attention. So in our case if we're going to spend big money to get the word out about Hazzard County Choppers, etc, it was approved by the Syndicate, to recruit, train and implement a hot babe for our ads and such. So on CraigsList I went. Still trying to find the hot bod for the job, but suffice to say, that's the idea. Now that being that, you'd think there'd be at least one or two women in this tiny town, who would show off their junk to be on TV and print ads for HCC. But nope. The ending here. When I say associate, I mean associate. When I say Partner and friend I mean Rick.
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