By the age of 22 I had done pretty well for myself. Thinking I was Howard Hughes, I moved to Vancouver to open it's first discoteque - Maximum Capacity One (in retrospect a great name for an ashram). They had discos in Toronto but not out west. This would be the beginning of my empire. Plus, lots and lots of girls. Yes. However, my architect failed to check the access route for the fire escape and, near completion, had to stop work and close up. Totally broke, I moved in with the hippies I'd hired to build the dance floor and furniture. Now what?
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