SYNOPSIS:

Road Runner is a semi autobiographical account of my younger years, starting with my running away from home, in the middle of the night just before my 17th birthday, boarding a Greyhound bus, and getting off in Oxnard, CA and joining a traveling door to door sales company. Follow my journey from my first night and day on the job, going door to door across the country, and with every door that opens, or shuts, we meet new characters who help educate myself in life, love, and laughter and all the insanity that persues. Tag along as we watch my teenage journey and transition into adulthood, from my astronomical rise from bottom rung employee, to the owner of the company, my mob ties and connections, and how I went from having nothing but the clothes on my back when I got off the bus, and becoming a millionaire before I was legally allowed to purchase alcohol. Experience all the highs and lows along this journey, from my falling in love at first sight, all the way to my eventual arrest and detainment by Federal Agents. Shot in the style of HBO Max's "High Maintenance." Every episode providing a new opportunity for a different storyline, topic, and genre to be explored through the people who open their doors and allow me into their homes, lives, and all the excitiment and or horrors that can arise from entering a strangers residence. Watch as I become the best door to door salesman in the country, and start getting contracted out to take others to doors with me to teach them how to do what I did. After going across the country, witness my realization that my worth was more than I was being paid, as I wasn't only the best, but I could make it repeatable in others. That's when I asked for a significant raise, and the crew owner and I had it out, as he refused to give me what I felt I was worth. However, what he forgot was, that for the past year, I had trained every employee who came through the door, and their loyalty didn't lie with him, but me. And, how I resorted to the only thing I knew... running away in the dark. Only, this time, I took half the crew, a 15 passenger van, and a trailer full of receipts. Starting my own crew using the stolen vehicle, sales materials, and receipts. We quickly quadrupled in size, and became the most successful door to door sales company in the U.S. That is, until the actual owners of the van, trailer, and receipts, who were stuck processing our orders, but without any percentage of our financial gain, or payment for the product. Enter the mob. As I sat, pondering my death in complete fear for my life, my only saving grace was the fact that we sold so much product. Thus, making me more financially viable alive and working than dead to my death dealers. Now, that I was a "made" legal company, I still had to process all sales and orders through the distribution company ran, operated, and owned by the mob at an extremely high rate, until I had repaid the debts I had aquired from the use of the stolen receipts. I had it paid off, and was making good money again in a matter of weeks. I was on top of the world, counting more cash in hand in a day, then I had seen in my previous 19 years on Earth, and doing everything one could imagine with that money and power; sex, drugs, travel and parties. Until the day she walked in... A new hire. A girl, who within the first split second of our eyes contacting, made my whole world pause, and I was overcome with emotions for the first time in my life I didn't understand, or control. When we were introduced, I froze. I couldn't speak, only a stutter followed by a grunt, and an instant feeling of embarrassment mixed with anger and rage. So, I kicked over the coffee table and walked out of the office. I had blown it. Or, had I? I made my rounds, making sure everyone of my male employees knew that the new girl was off limits. Even going as far as telling another crew member I had become close with, that I was going to marry that girl. He said I was crazy. I did marry her, but not before running away to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico first, and eventually having two beautiful little girls. Everything was back to good, great actually. The crew had grown so big, I had to split them up, and turn them into two crews who operated on opposite sides of the country. This was bringing in more income than any 21 year old should have, and that's about when the IRS shows up at the door of our new AZ residence. From here, this is where I would eventually be arrested, and detained, for a 9 month period in federal holding facility in Nebraska. I had only been released after coming to an agreement, give them everything, and settling with the IRS. This lost me my financial status, income, company, wife and daughters. Thus, forcing me to make a phone call, hop on another Greyhound bus, where I disembarked back in AZ, and started a new journey and chapter in my life... "Pinal" county.