Originally Posted by After Shock Media

My conversation went sort of like this.

me: Remember back when I had those phone lines connected to my computer all of the time.
Them: Yeah, you were an odd kid. Never understood why you were so fascinated with that damn thing anyways.
me: Well you remember how I sold role-playing games and stuff to people and eventually turned that into an actual hobby and comic store before I moved out?
Them: Yeah, so that is what the computer thing did, eh?
me: Sort of. In reality it was never that profitable. The profit margin on that stuff was very small and I had to sell at below retail cost to compete with other stores and all.
Them: So how did you end up getting your own store? It wasn't drugs was it?
me: Oh no not drugs. I was making and selling naked pictures and stuff and people would pay me to have access to them on my computer.
Them: You mean to tell us you were making porn?
me: yes.
Them: Was it that profitable?
me: Well the store sure in the hell wasn't. That was just my hobby and well my cover so to speak. It actually cost me money.
Them: Are you still doing it?
me: Yes.
Them: Is it still profitable for you?
me: More so.
Them: Is there anyway we can invest some money into it?
me: No. Not really.
Them: Why not?
me: You always taught me not to do business with family.
Them: laughed.
me: So whats for dinner tonight anyways?