Alexander had a modest beginning. Alexander’s mother had left him a comfortable inheritance, which included a nice home on a very large property. His mother died when he was a young boy – barely eight years old. His father had squandered most of the inheritance away just a few years after his mother died. His father had become hopelessly lost without his wife and found solace in drinking himself into a stupor. His father was a mean drunk that would often beat Alexander. Hiss father died when Alexander was seventeen years old. He felt guilty that he’d not shed a single tear when he buried his father. He had grown to hate what his father had become. Even so, he always thought about how driven and independent he had become in spite of his father. Or perhaps, he had often thought this, because of his father.