Pablo's Tacos

For Y’all that know me Y’all know what I’m about. The last two years I've been struggling with my injuries I've acquired during my services to the Marine Corps.  I have served faithfully for 12 years. Due to unforeseen circumstances, my time has been cut short.  I have about five months before I'm officially done. For those of you who are in Hawaii, y’all know I’m probably the most BAMF-tastic bro who makes tacos.  As all y’all want Pablo’s Tacos, I have heard you.  As I have heard you, I have decided that it is in my best interest to provide.  This is my intent.  Pablo’s Tacos will become the way that I support my family.  First, and foremost, I am a prideful person, and what I am about to do pains me the most.  I have started a Gofundme, to help offset the costs associated with starting a business that requires a little more than my tiny kitchen.  One of the more important things, is eliminating my overhead costs.  I am sending Abrianna to San Antonio, where she can stay with family, while I cut corners, financially, to devote every dollar that I can to this project.  I plan on creating a mobile Taco Truck, and increasing my capabilities to meet the ever-rising demands.  I don’t care if you give me a dollar, or if you are big ballin, and can spare about tree fiddy.  I am trying to put the ends together to purchase a taco truck, and get the required items to make eggs fresh. I'll do most of my prep at the local commissary and the remainder will be made on site fresh ready to order. These trucks are not cheap. The food handler’s licenses, and business permits are also regularly occurring expenses.  As the gravy trun has finally run dry, I am posting this out to you, my friends, to see if you can come out of pocket to help me prevent this dream from dying, as my original dream of 20+ years of faithful service, ended up being a bust.  I doubt I can repay your investments.  In fact, I can’t give you money back.  I can give you Tacos.  Consider yourself a stake holder in Pablo’s Tacos.  I hate asking, but I have realized that the clock keeps running, and I’m not as close as I need to be.  The faster I can get this running, the faster I can bring Abrianna back to her real home, and get the stability that we both need.