I ran on a joke campaign and ended up winning. It was a friend of a friend kind of thing.īriefly. I wasn't allowed to talk to any of my druggy friends, so I sat in front of the computer and screwed around all day. When I left there, I went to live with my mother and stepfather. I went through a punk rock phase around fourteen, did the Mohawk and all that goofy stuff, and my parents ended up putting me in a mental institute for a few days where they told me I wasn't crazy as much as I was an asshole. I'd been screwing around with computers since I'd been fourteen.
How long did you have an interest in computers? Stuff that's lame sounding today, but, at the time, was very impressive and made people say, "Oh, you must be really smart to connect computers together." They hit eighteen or nineteen banks in the southeast and the company I was working for was just a way for them to launder the money. I left, and at a good time too because a month after I left I saw my boss's face in the paper under the headline, "Bicycle boy bank robbers captured." They'd peddle into banks on bicycles with a fake bomb, rob the place, and then peddle out through all the back alleys, hop in a getaway car, and head out. I just bought sixty pounds and need you to sell it to your friends." At that point, I didn't really want to be a drug dealer and figured that the hassle of working eight hours a day only to be paid in drugs that you had to work another eight hours to sell didn't make any sense.
He said, "Paul, you and I need to think of a way to supplement our incomes." I'm thinking, "It's going to be drugs." And he says, "Do you know anybody who smokes weed?" I'm seventeen at the time, so I say, "Of course I know people who smoke weed." He says, "Great. One day, my boss called me into his office. Even at seventeen I knew that that there was something wrong with that. They'd hand me a few thousand dollars every week. They were paying me a lot of money, but it was all cash. It was pretty ridiculous, especially since the fall out of the whole thing was about ten months later. A week after I dropped out, to the pleasure of most of the staff and administration, there was a huge front page article with a picture of me saying, "High School Student Drops Out to Make a Ton of Money." They started calling me the next Bill Gates. She heard about me from everyone else at the party and decided to write this article about me dropping out of school. She's taking people's names and stuff." I went outside and, sure enough, there was a husky woman with a notepad writing down people's names. Someone ran in and started screaming, "Hey, there's some woman outside who says she's with the Atlanta Journal Constitution.
The big newspaper in Atlanta, the Atlanta Journal Constitution, picked up the story because I was throwing a Happy Dropping Out Party at my house with a couple hundred kids. I rented one of those fat Elvis body suits and, on my last day of school, got all my teachers to sign me out as, "The king is leaving the building." They offered me an inordinate amount of money for a seventeen year old, so I decided to drop out of school. I got an offer to go work for this company in Atlanta. I was a pretty bad student near the end of the year and I had been impeached from the class presidency because my grades were poor and I had a couple of weapons violations. Tell me about your senior year of high school. He's survived Katrina, shot grenade launchers, fallen into canals, and thrown parties for Philippine Orphans. Later, Paul helped launch Consumption Junction, a site renowned for its collection of graphically shocking videos, a position that has allowed him to travel the world. Paul Dinin dropped out of high school his senior year to make gobs of money working with computers.
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