Earl Stevens and his son Andy are a scam. This guy is an old school insurance rammer in a plaid suit and white shoes who works out of his home. We met him through some friends at church. I couldn't believe our friends would refer us to this guy but we unfortunately agreed to have him come to our home.
He showed up in a rusted out El Camino with huge mag wheels. He drove by the house twice with his radio blasting country music and drove right on by the darned house.
He finally came up to the house and pulled out what looked like an army back pack from the truck. This guy was wearing an old plaid suit that looked like he slept in it. It had dog hair stuck to it when he came close to greet us. We felt obligated to let him in even though it looked like he had about three teeth in his head. He took his shoes off at the front door and I thought I was going to vomit. He had white socks on that were stained with his long toe nail jetting through the sock.
It didn't bother him as he made his way to our kitchen table and threw his Army bag in the chair. He asked us to sit down first and say a prayer with him. My wife and I are Christians and we agreed to do this but I had to admit I was suspicious and couldn't hold my breath. He withdrew this magazine out of his bag and turned his back on us in our kitchen. I told him this wasn't going to work but he insisted and immediately started talking in tongues about the rapture and my home has no room for this. I thought I was getting a free financial review and not this circus act.
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