Tommy was sixteen and lived next door to me.  He got a summer job with a roofer.  After each job, the roofer would swear he would pay him soon.  Soon stretched into never.  Tommy worked three months for nothing.

A year later Tommy's dad sees me in the driveway and asks if I recall the story of Tommy not being paid.  Naturally I did.  Dad went on to say the guy had done it to the wrong fellow and the fellow beat him to death with his fists.  Naturally, he went up for murder.  Not a good thing.

But doesn't it make the scammers wonder??  What if two or three people you scammed get together, pool their money and find you.  All it takes is money.  They might hang you upside down and pour a big, thick, steamin' bowl of Wolf Brand Chili in your a**e!

Think about, "you know who". 

Nighty night!

Sam