Achim pulled out his cellphone and unlocked it before scrolling thru his screen with his finger. After a brief pause, he turned the screen towards me, showing me a picture of a long black limousine with pitch-black tinted windows and shiny chrome rims.
“I’ve saved up enough cash from driving for Uber to pay for this beauty,” he began. “She is a little old and she needs some TLC, but I’m pretty good at turning wrenches. I can soup this baby up and make her my own.”
“You want to start your own business?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.”
“That’s the main reason I came to New Orleans. With all the celebrities that come here, I could do well for myself.”
“Paul Coffee transportation services, that’s the name of my dream. I want to be the biggest name in transportation services. I envision it to be mor
