K.M. Breay is a businessman of
the old stripe. He came up selling man products like steel coils, whiskey and lumber. He learned his trade alongside future
captains of industry. Men like Chuck Black. Men who could size a fellow up before the martinis were ordered. Men who knew
broads in every corner of their territory. Men who were Men. K.M. Breay didn't learn business from some faggot-ass professor
in some slackass business school. K.M. Breay didn't learn it playing ping-pong with a bunch of soft-in-the-pants computer
nerds. And K.M. Breay certainly didn't learn it from some fucking broad. K.M. Breay learned it the old fashioned way, from
the goddamn ground up. He learned it from guys like Chuck Black. Chuck Black taught K.M. Breay a few things about business.
Chuck Black taught K.M. Breay that even if you've been up all night bangin' some broad, you get up the next day, put on a
suit and tie and move some fucking product. Chuck Black taught K.M. Breay to be good to his suppliers, unless they're blacks,
then treat 'em that way, like blacks. Chuck Black taught K.M. Breay that a man's handshake means something, even though Chuck
Black lost both fucking arms in Korea. This is why K.M. Breay has been the number one manufacturer's rep in his region for
the last four years in a row (except last year when some broad dicked him out of his commission).
