This is a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.

I was in sales for 5 years.  I went from job to job eating the pavement all the way along.  I did make some money selling credit card processing machines but that was sketchy and the company I was working for I don’t think was that ethical.

But now for the story about a schizophrenic who became successful.

I work now at Honey Ham.  I am a delivery driver and a kitchen helper.  I tried glazing with a torch and the ham and the sugar but I wasn’t any good at it so they have me doing other things.  So I’m not a total success but I’m working on becoming more than I am right now and that’s a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.

A story about a schizophrenic who became successful starts at home.  I have a lovely wife and 2 kids and they help motivate me when I don’t feel like doing anything.  I’m lucky to have them and I know it and the story about a schizophrenic who became successful I think starts with them.

I have a great support system with my family and I love them for helping me the way they do.  I would love them even if they didn’t help me but they do and I am forever grateful to them for their service to me.

But this is a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.  And I am a success.  I am working about 30 hours a week and I am happy to have those hours.  And I am successful in working those hours.  I get sick often because I am a smoker and don’t take that great of care of myself and they hate it when I call out, my brother especially but I am usually at work.

My story, or the story about a schizophrenic who became successful is the story of a man who wants to provide for his family by paying off his credit card to a zero balance and then using the extra money he was paying off his credit card with and help with the bills around the house.  It’s embarrassing but my wife pays all the bills.  She pays the mortgage, the phone bills, the car insurance, the water bill, the electricity bill.  She makes ok money as a teacher, but she makes a hell of a lot more than me.  I wanted to get a phone job for 15 dollars an hour but they wouldn’t hire me I think because I told them I was hospitalized at the last call center job I had.  That’s what  my counselor told me to tell them so that’s what I said, but I didn’t get the job.  They love me at Honey Ham though and I have a good thing going and that’s a story about the schizophrenic who became successful.

A story about a schizophrenic who became successful would not be complete until they got rich.  Because they wanted to get rich, for themselves and their families.  So this is an incomplete story.  I am not rich yet.  I hope to be.  I hope this blog, or the lottery, or a donation, or a check of any kind sets me free.  I would only need 100 million and I’d be fine.  A billionaire could do that.  and I hope they do.  Or I hope I win the lottery.  I would still keep this blog but I wouldn’t have to do this SEO bullshit that always has me writing a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.

I hear the voices say somethings I couldn’t understand and the voices say the word hate.  I live with this.  A story about a schizophrenic who became successful would also not be complete without some adversity.  Yes! the voices say.  Drink the voices say.  I’m having a glass of wine and I just finished it and I’m think about pouring another.  Do the voices say.  I also have a cigarette that’s waiting to be smoked sitting on the computer desk.  I have my challenges in a story about a schizophrenic who became successful but I am holding a job so that’s a serious accomplishment.

But anyways, back to a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.  I am successful.  I have cultivated an energy of wealth within myself.  I know I will receive 100 million dollars, one way or the other.  I shouldn’t even be telling you this because your supposed to keep your manifestations a secret until they happen but I just have to think, speak and act as if it’s already happened.  I give 10 % to God.

The word count on that last paragraph was 777 so I must be doing something right.

I love you the voices say, they are helpful sometimes.  The only time they are not helpful is when I’m smoking too much or drinking too much wine.

But this is a story about a schizophrenic who became successful.  It’s not the time to talk about how I’m quitting my vices.  Now is the time to talk about how I am successful in working a job.  It took a while and I had to go through some jobs.  But I found one that loves me and at work I see the number 777 all the time too.  I think the place is lucky.  The storage units number is 7F.  Everything there works around 7’s.  I was late one day and my manager called me and I told them I was 7 minutes away.  I think I’ll win the lottery there.  The time is now.

I’m going to buy a ticket.

I love you, more peace and love into the universe now.

Thank You,

Jesse Creel