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The road from a prison visiting room, a college thesis, Chicago apartments, gold bullion, and a $700 Bitcoin to building Crypto Dispensers.
I did not learn compliance in a boardroom.
I learned it through consequences.
My father served seven years in prison after selling Sudafed, an over-the-counter cold medicine, without the required license. I was young, but old enough to understand what his absence did to a family. A rule that might have looked technical on paper became years of separation in real life.
That experience stayed with me. It shaped my ambition to become an attorney. I wanted to understand how rules were written, how they were enforced, and why the distance between an ordinary decision and a life-changing consequence could sometimes be so small.
Years later, the lesson would return in different forms. Not everything that taught it to me was technically about compliance. Some experiences taught me about evidence. Some taught me about law. Some taught me about restraint, accountability, or keeping my word when it would have been easier not to.
Together, they taught me something larger than regulatory compliance: a man has to answer for the consequences of what he builds, what he promises, what he ignores, and what he allows himself to become.
I did not always recognize the pattern while I was living it.
Now I do.
This is not a story about following a straight road. It is a story about being redirected by responsibility again and again until the redirections became the road.
I studied political science and philosophy at Loyola University and Saint Xavier University because I was interested in systems.
Who creates the rules? What makes an institution legitimate? How does power justify itself? What is the relationship between intention and consequence? When a policy is defended as necessary, how do we test whether it produces the outcome its supporters claim?
Those questions were not abstract to me. I had already seen how law could enter a home and rearrange a family.
Around 2012—more than a decade ago—I chose one of the most politically sensitive questions I could have chosen for my senior college paper: whether U.S. financial support for Israel was actually associated with a reduction in terrorism.
This was long before the subject occupied social-media feeds every day. In my classrooms and among most people I knew, the U.S.–Israel relationship was not discussed with anything close to the openness or intensity it is today. The conventional explanation was simple: Israel was America's indispensable strategic ally in the Middle East. Sometimes the idea was expressed even more bluntly—that Israel served as America's watchdog in the region, and that the extraordinary level of U.S. support bought security, intelligence, stability, and protection from terrorism.
I kept coming back to a basic question: if reducing terrorism was part of the justification, did the measurable outcome support the justification?
One of the works that pushed me deeper was The Israel Lobby and U.S. Foreign Policy by John Mearsheimer and Stephen Walt. Their argument was controversial years before I encountered it. First advanced in a 2006 Harvard Kennedy School working paper and expanded into a 2007 book, it examined the influence of the loose coalition they called the Israel lobby and challenged the assumption that nearly unconditional U.S. support for Israel always served America's strategic interests—or even Israel's long-term interests.
What affected me was not simply whether I agreed with every conclusion in the book. It was that two established scholars were willing to identify an assumption that American political life often treated as settled and submit it to scrutiny.
That was what I wanted to do in my own limited way.
I assembled the data and used SPSS to examine the relationship between U.S. funding to Israel and measures of terrorism. I was not writing an opinion piece and then searching for facts that sounded useful. I was trying to take a political claim and expose it to a result that could contradict me.
My analysis found a positive correlation: in the data and model I used, greater U.S. funding was associated with more terrorism, not less.
That result did not prove that American aid caused terrorism. Correlation is not causation, and a serious researcher must say so. Terrorism is shaped by history, ideology, regional conflict, state policy, economic conditions, military decisions, and countless variables no single college paper can fully isolate.
But the result did challenge the assumption I had set out to test. If a policy was repeatedly defended in the language of security, while the data showed the opposite relationship, then the honest response was not to bury the result because it was politically uncomfortable. The honest response was to ask better questions.
That was not a lesson in regulatory compliance. It was a lesson in intellectual accountability.
Stated intentions are not enough. A policy can be created in the name of one outcome and correlate with another. A system must be evaluated by evidence, not by the confidence, status, or authority of the people defending it.
That lesson applies far beyond foreign policy.
A financial product can be marketed as accessible while confusing the people it claims to serve. A safety rule can be well intentioned while creating unintended effects. A founder can believe he is helping customers while failing to measure the risks he creates for them.
Good intentions are the beginning of responsibility. They are not the completion of it.
Because of what happened to my father, law felt personal.
I wanted the knowledge to protect people from consequences they did not understand until it was too late. I wanted to know how to read the fine print before the fine print became a sentence, a shutdown, a lost account, or a broken family.
That ambition took me to John Marshall Law School.
I spent one year there. I did not earn a law degree, and I will never describe that year as something it was not.
I also will not pretend I left because of some grand entrepreneurial revelation.
I got married young. For the first time, I was trying to provide for my wife and myself while carrying the demands of law school. I became distracted. I found it difficult to study at the level the work required while learning how to be a husband and support a household. Eventually, I dropped out.
At the time, leaving law school felt like a door closing.
In reality, the questions that brought me there never left.
Law school taught me to read closely. It taught me that definitions matter, that facts and arguments are not the same thing, and that a word in a contract or regulation can carry more force than a page of good intentions.
Most importantly, it taught me that ambition does not excuse a person from obligation.
I did not become an attorney.
I became an entrepreneur who would repeatedly learn why every serious entrepreneur needs to respect the law.
After law school, I began renting apartments and listing them on Airbnb.
For four years, I learned entrepreneurship in the most direct way possible. I found apartments, furnished them, photographed them, listed them, managed reservations, communicated with guests, handled cleanings, dealt with complaints, solved problems at inconvenient hours, and tried to make the numbers work.
There was no separation between strategy and operations. If a guest could not get inside, that was my problem. If an apartment was not ready, that was my failure. If rent was due before the bookings arrived, the obligation did not care about my projections.
The business taught me cash flow, presentation, customer service, logistics, pricing, and the emotional weight of being responsible for an outcome other people depended on.
It also taught me that a business model can work economically and still be vulnerable legally.
Chicago began cracking down on short-term-rental hosts. Building managers imposed restrictions. The regulatory environment tightened. A business I had spent years learning to operate became harder to continue.
I could have treated every restriction as proof that the city, the buildings, or the system did not understand entrepreneurship.
That would have been emotionally satisfying and strategically useless.
The truth was simpler: I had built on property I did not own, inside buildings governed by contracts I did not control, within a city whose rules could change.
Revenue did not create a right to continue. Effort did not exempt me from the rules. The fact that customers wanted the service did not make the regulatory risk disappear.
That was one of my earliest lessons in compliance as an operator.
Compliance is not something a founder thinks about after the business works. It is part of determining whether the business can keep working.
The Airbnb business produced profits, and those profits created another problem: how to keep them.
Money sitting in a savings account felt too easy to reach. I knew myself. If the balance remained one transfer away, I could dip into it, rationalize the decision, and slowly consume what I had built.
So I designed a form of discipline for myself.
I began buying silver bullion. Silver was tangible, separate from my checking account, and inconvenient enough to sell that I would think before touching it. As my savings grew, I moved into gold.
Gold was trading at roughly $1,200 an ounce when I began buying full ounces. Each coin represented hours of work, nights spent responding to guests, risks taken on leases, and profits I had chosen not to spend.
I was not collecting metal because I enjoyed looking at it.
I was converting present effort into something I believed could survive my future impulses.
That experience changed the way I understood money.
Saving is not only a mathematical problem. It is a behavioral problem. The best system is not always the one with the highest theoretical return. Sometimes it is the one that protects a person from himself.
Silver and gold gave me friction. Friction gave me discipline. Discipline gave me capital.
But over time, I became uncomfortable with the gold market. I felt that price discovery was too heavily shaped by large institutions, paper claims, and forces an individual holder could neither see nor influence. Whether every suspicion I had was correct is less important than the question it forced me to ask:
Was there a form of scarce money whose rules could be inspected instead of merely trusted?
That question prepared me for Bitcoin.
I had heard about Bitcoin before 2016.
I did what many people did: I noticed it, found it interesting, and then allowed it to leave my attention.
When Bitcoin returned to my life in 2016, I refused to forget it a second time.
I studied the fixed supply. I studied the network. I studied why a digital asset could be scarce, why ownership could be transferred without a central issuer, and why people who distrusted every other part of the financial system were willing to trust transparent rules enforced by code.
Then I acted.
I moved money out of bullion and into Bitcoin. I bought my first Bitcoin on Coinbase for approximately $700.
The price mattered, but the idea mattered more.
Bitcoin combined qualities I had been searching for without knowing their name. It was scarce like gold, but digitally transferable. It created friction against arbitrary monetary expansion, but not against global movement. Its issuance policy was not a promise from an institution. It was part of a system anyone could inspect.
For someone who had studied institutions, questioned policy outcomes, watched a legal violation reshape a family, lost a business model to regulatory change, and used physical metal to protect savings from himself, Bitcoin did not feel like a random investment.
It felt like several unfinished questions arriving at the same answer.
I knew I did not want Bitcoin to become another idea I had once encountered and later regretted ignoring.
So I decided to build my life around it.
Buying Bitcoin in 2016 was still intimidating for many ordinary people.
The industry spoke its own language. Exchanges assumed a level of technical confidence that many first-time buyers did not have. Traditional financial relationships did not always translate cleanly into digital assets. Cash-dependent consumers faced even greater barriers.
I saw an access problem.
My first path into the business was Bitcoin ATMs. A physical machine made an unfamiliar digital asset feel more understandable. A customer could approach something tangible, use cash, and receive Bitcoin.
I began operating my first Bitcoin ATM. I later partnered with and invested in CoinFlip Bitcoin ATMs. Those experiences exposed me to the operational reality behind a machine that looked simple from the outside: cash handling, locations, uptime, customer support, wallet delivery, fraud risk, banking, transaction monitoring, identification requirements, and changing regulations.
Every transaction sat at the intersection of technology and human behavior.
Every improvement in access created a corresponding responsibility.
On September 12, 2017, I founded Virtual Assets, Inc., doing business as Crypto Dispensers.
The date is precise because the commitment was precise. I was no longer simply investing in Bitcoin or participating in someone else's network. I was creating an institution whose name, systems, employees, customers, and obligations would be connected to my decisions.
Crypto Dispensers began with physical Bitcoin kiosks. Over time, the company evolved beyond them into a broader financial-technology platform. The methods changed because markets changed, customer needs changed, risks changed, and the regulatory environment changed.
The mission remained access.
But I had learned enough by then to know that access without controls is not inclusion. It is exposure.
My father's imprisonment taught me that technical violations can produce human consequences.
My college thesis was not a compliance lesson in the legal sense. It taught me intellectual accountability: the stated purpose of a policy must be tested against evidence, even when the question is unpopular and the result is uncomfortable.
Law school taught me that words create obligations.
Marriage taught me that ambition exists alongside responsibility to other people.
Airbnb taught me that customer demand and profitability do not override municipal rules, building contracts, or regulatory change.
Bullion taught me that well-designed friction can protect a person from behavior that undermines his own goals.
Bitcoin taught me that transparent rules can coordinate people who do not know or trust one another.
Operating Bitcoin ATMs taught me that a simple customer experience can conceal enormous operational complexity.
Crypto Dispensers taught me that regulatory compliance is never a lesson you finish learning.
It returns at every stage.
It returns when a company chooses a banking partner. When it designs onboarding. When it reviews a transaction. When a customer appears to be under the influence of a scammer. When a payment method creates a new risk. When a vendor promises speed but cannot explain its controls. When growth makes yesterday's process inadequate.
But the word has also come to mean something larger to me.
Regulatory compliance is not a binder. It is not a department placed in the corner to say no. It is the continuing discipline of asking:
Who could be harmed?
What could be misused?
What evidence will exist?
Who has authority?
Who reviews the reviewer?
Can we explain this decision later?
Would we still make it if the customer were someone we loved?
The same discipline belongs outside a company.
In ordinary life, no regulator forces a man to keep every promise, tell the truth when a lie would be easier, control his impulses, provide for the people who depend on him, admit when he is wrong, or live by the standard he demands from others.
That is personal compliance—not obedience to an agency, but alignment between belief and conduct.
Those questions are not the enemy of entrepreneurship, freedom, or ambition.
They are what separate a financial product from a financial institution.
Startup culture celebrates the founder who refuses to accept limits.
There is truth in that mythology. Every new company begins because someone believes reality can be different. Persistence matters. Conviction matters. The willingness to continue while other people doubt you matters.
But the mythology becomes dangerous when every boundary is treated as an obstacle and every person who raises a risk is treated as someone who “doesn't get it.”
Some limits are failures of imagination.
Others are safeguards written in the language of previous harm.
A mature builder learns the difference.
Moving fast is not courageous when someone else bears the risk. Ignoring a warning is not pioneering when the warning exists to protect a customer. Calling a product revolutionary does not make the controls supporting it optional.
Real innovation carries its own weight.
It does not depend on regulators being absent, customers being uninformed, partners looking away, or employees remaining silent. It becomes stronger when examined because the examination was anticipated in the design.
That is the kind of company I want to build.
Not one that appears compliant because the correct words are printed on a page.
One whose systems demonstrate that responsibility was considered before revenue arrived.
There is a version of a founder's life that can be edited into a clean line.
College. Idea. Company. Success.
That is not my story.
My story includes a father in prison. A thesis that challenged the assumption it began with. A law degree I did not finish. A young marriage I was learning to support. Apartments I could no longer operate the same way. Silver purchased because I did not trust myself not to spend. Gold purchased one ounce at a time. A first Bitcoin bought for about $700. Machines filled with cash. Rules that kept changing. Mistakes, redirections, and the repeated realization that conviction is not the same as permission.
I am not ashamed that the road was not straight.
The turns are where the judgment came from.
I do not believe character is established by writing an essay about character. Words cannot substitute for conduct. No founder should be able to declare himself trustworthy and consider the matter settled.
Trust is what remains after claims are compared with records, systems are tested under pressure, mistakes are confronted, and the work continues when attention moves elsewhere.
The standard is not perfection.
The standard is accountability.
Tell the truth about where you came from. Be precise about what you know. Admit what you did not finish. Measure outcomes instead of repeating intentions. Learn why a rule exists before deciding it is wrong. Protect customers when doing so costs money. Build systems that do not depend on your memory or your mood. Hire people qualified to challenge you. Document the decisions nobody expects to become public.
And never believe that learning compliance once means you have learned it forever.
I learned compliance before I knew the word.
I learned it again when my business model collided with city rules.
I learned it again when Bitcoin turned an investment into an operating responsibility.
I learn it every day as Crypto Dispensers grows. I also learn it as a husband, a son, an employer, and a man responsible for the effects of his choices.
That repetition is not evidence that the lesson failed.
It is the nature of the lesson.
Every new level of responsibility creates a new version of the same question:
Can you build what has never existed before without forgetting the people, rules, and consequences that already exist?
And beyond business:
Can your private conduct support the person you claim to be in public?
Can your discipline survive when nobody is checking?
Can your principles remain principles when keeping them becomes expensive?
That is the work of building a company. It is also the work of building a life.
That is entrepreneurship.
That is manhood—not dominance, performance, or the appearance of having every answer, but the willingness to carry responsibility without looking for somewhere else to place the weight.
Compliance, at its deepest level, is alignment. The law with the conduct. The promise with the action. The belief with the evidence. The public man with the private one.
That is how innovation earns the right to last.
And it is how a man earns the right to be trusted.
Entrepreneur, builder, and founder of Crypto Dispensers. His work focuses on expanding access to Bitcoin, reducing financial friction, and creating systems that give people more control over how they store, move, and interact with money.
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