A once thriving residential building contractor in the mainline suburbs of
Philadelphia which grew from hard
work of many talented carpenters and through word of mouth became the go to builder for some of the more wealthy and influential residents of this area. Once well respected and known for its leadership and talented diverse crew and a Dominican guy and a washed up cokehead Eagles fan which excelled in high quality
work until the late 2000’s when the long
slow process of the changing of hands in ownership to the next generation quickly brought in new practices of betrayal, over charging, and a drug induced I
don’t give a fuck mentality to old and new customers alike. Often robbing Peter to Pay Paul like techniques and the new norm in which paying
sub contractors was optional, mostly months after billing if at all. There final years they got by on pure luck if even finishing a
job at all. When the cloud of smoke settled the leader still was reported missing and on the run. (Probably getting high)The last known employees were seen withdrawing from a
job site like
American soldiers leaving the embassy in Vietnam in the final days trying not to be over run by subs, inspectors, and home owners.
All gave some , Some gave all
Forty years of hard
work to build up Custom Woodcraft was all destroyed by a pill popping, spoiled dick who was handed everything and still failed.
Andrew the electrician is still waiting for a check from Custom Woodcraft.
Rick the painter and his companion Terry are just two examples of what could have been if. It for Custom Woodcraft.
Now that Custom Woodcraft is no more, Jose now owns a tire shop he acquired from a loan he got from sucking off a
rich 70 year old college professor.
