USAFoodTruck

This got me fired up.

I got the dankest chicken tenders you'll ever have and I have my own sauce that's a family recipe. That's my specialty...we put them on a plate with fries and a sauce and homemade potato salad. We also buffalo them served with blue cheese or ranch. We make sammiches outta them and we also put them on salads.

Burgers, tuna fish home style(served with olives which is amazing...try it sometime. Future you is welcome.)

Sadly, I'm really thinking my business isn't going to survive the winter. And this was my dream. Taking the idea of going back on food stamps and losing my business pretty tough...

It's okay. I'll find a way to make it! You get used to getting completely knocked down and getting back up again. It's just the immediate realization that another round of suck is coming kinda leads me to being sad for like a month and then it's rebound time.

The worst suck I had...lost my job of my dreams, apartment of my dreams, and the girl of my dreams due to preggers...and then like months of humiliation going from senior analyst big deal at Fortune 500 company to being a compensation less pawn at a wolf of Wall Street type of chop shop and then leaving there to work at a cowboy store in NYC and surviving on food stamps and barely making rent ...you think you hit rock bottom and move back to Tennessee with your little sister and then BAM who wants to be a millionaire and have money to make a dream happen!

I'll start scheming for another miracle after I dust myself off a lil! Thanks for the concern tho. Sorry for ranting and hijacking an AMA but my one shot at saving my business proved to be false hope yesterday so I'm kinda bummed and trying to keep my perspective about where I've been and hopefully see that light again at the end of the tunnel.

Hey man thanks for being the first person to stop by!

I think the moment I walked in to Neyland Stadium for the first time and I heard the crowd sing Rocky Top...I knew I made a great decision for where I went to college after I worked my ass off to get into the University of Michigan and didn't get in there.

It's that---or getting on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Doing it the way I did and on my terms pretty much would be exactly what you would expect from me if you asked any of my friends.

That's a long answer---here's the answer from an earlier thread:

In case you're curious---permits in NYC are RIDDICULOUS. They're all obtained on the black market for about 20k for two years.

My permit had expired in June but due to nyc being the bureaucratic nightmare that it is, they were late printing the decals for the new permits and I had kinda just put it out of sight for a while, as the guy from my commissary who got me the permit from an associate of his just told me it's fine we've got time... So in September the 200th anniversary of our national anthem took place in Baltimore for this thig called the star spangled spectacular....

My gf ex gf kinda thing is a phd at Johns Hopkins so I have spent a good deal of time in Baltimore and saw this event called artscape where the food trucks were RAPING AND PILLAGING to the tune of about 15k a day for three days...

I, using this info, decide to swing for the fences and bring my truck to baltimore from NYC for the Star-Spangled Banner anniversary event thinking I'm gonna do the same. Especially since I've got the all American concept and I'm genuinely patriotic and wanted to participate in an event like this.(I actually cried tears of pride at one point which was embarrassing when this song I played from my speakers that's hella hokey but I love it called the Star-Spangled Banner like you've never heard it before played on the last day of the event). So the event comes around and I MEAN I SWUNG FOR THE FENCES bro.

I rented two extra deep fryers, two extra grills, tables, a TRAILERED walk in fridge...and ordered about 7,000 worth of food in preparation for my D-Day esque beat down I was about to levy on the star spangled spectacular... That was until the dude who ran the event who worked with the circus decides to put me in the far back corner behind all the fair food and he's just completely unorganized and being a hella mega dick by like shutting the events down like at precise minutes even though we had business...

It rains on one day and I'm in the corner. I made 5,000 the entire event...so I took a HUGE loss on food alone. To add insult to injury, guy from the commissary calls me on Sunday and he's like bro your permit is up for renewal, come up with 20k cash by Wednesday. It looked like my business was dead right there.... Bein the hustler that I am, and after basically living at the field where the event took place for like three days after it was over, was like fuck it---I'll keep the truck in Baltimore...got the truck inspected and permitted within one week and got it on the road there in Baltimore. Was doing okay at events but the streets in Baltimore are SLOWWWW. And I'm in this financial hole...also knowing that winter is coming😖(this got typed by accident but I'm on a roll so fuck it).

I drive back to nyc in my car and I go down to this place called the south street seaport where I have an option to park my truck 7 days a week if I can get a RESTRICTED permit...i thought it would take months to get the restricted permit. I find out from another truck that I can use a TfSE(temporary food service establishment) certificate as long as I'm on private owned property and I'm money to be back in NYC.

Now I was getting set up in Bmore...but as I'm leaving the seaport I'm listening to hot 97 and all the sudden it's all about the Benjamin's baby comes on the radio...in a moment of ridiculous randomness I text my gf and say "going back to NYC". And I get my truck and pack it up next day and I'm back in NYC the following day ready to rock. She didn't like that move...and decided she wanted to "date someone more stable" while my entrepreneurial Roman Empire was burning to the ground like god damned Hannibal marched through with elephants to stomp on my balls.

So yeah I don't know where I'm going with this but I think I'm still drunk from last night.

TLDR: I post up in NYC at the south street seaport 7 days a week, but I've been hustling all over the bEast Coast.