I remember there was this one place in Manhattan.
His kid did the apprenticeship before me. They were
Americanized kikes, not Zionist more like wannabes.
The father would come dressed to the mill in a
Bus drivers uniform. The father would ask you to do
Certain things that had nothing to do with the job
but put you in a position that can get you hurt.
Rad did his apprenticeship with him.Stool did all
of the patterning for them and sizings. I was there
once and never again. It was a very big fine gauge mill.
It’s like Spanky from SWAK working with his kid.
A living abortion.
There was another time I was in the mill and one of the
partners kid gave his bag to my ex to carry and he pulls
up to the house in a luxury Benz. I wanted to blow up
his house with him and the car in it. Him and his father
both left the firm. We have nothing to do with them.
The mill has their own accountants. I see the guy all
the time. The fella in the shipping and receiving also
had an accounting degree to a certain point.