- Banned
- #1
This morning, I reached a turning point in my life. That turning point inspired me to type this up before I start making my calls.
I didn't have a normal childhood. My mother was a college professor, and taught me at home. I began my freshman year of college at the age of 13, as a mathematics and classical piano major. I was done with college before most people my age had finished high school.
When I turned 15, I began asking my professors questions: What can I do for a living with a mathematics degree? What job will I have that allows me to apply differential equations, linear algebra and statistics?
MJ would probably call their answers "slow lane" answers. Quite frankly, their answers sucked. Why was I going to college so early - just to enter the rat race before everyone else? What did that make me, besides a precocious rat? Why create a supercharged engine and leave it sitting in a parking lot all day? Why not rev that bitch to the max, burn some rubber, and flex all 1,000 horses?
I quickly realized that I could not buy the cars, boats, homes and toys of my dreams living my life that way. I started hustling. I started chasing paper.
I began by tutoring math and teaching piano lessons. I made more in a few hours than I did working all day at my normal job. I still remember my first sensation of walking around with huge knots of cash in my pocket.
When I turned 18, I got into sales. First, it was construction. Then real estate investment properties. Then I got into private equity. Then I got my first clients.
I was fortunate to have great mentors: c-suite executives of multi-billion dollar private equity firms, Wall Street superstars, etc. I learned at least 95% of what I know about business and sales through hands-on experience, and learning from the best.
Over the past few years, I've had some bullshit happen. A couple of hospitalizations, a near-death experience, learning the truth about some people in my life (people I wrongly thought I could trust).
Amazingly, though, I wouldn't change anything that happened over the past few years. I have turned this shit into sugar.
[video=youtube;DeG9Gl00K1w]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeG9Gl00K1w[/video]
Just part of growing up, I suppose. At this point in my life, there's only one thing I know. Money over everything, and I know how to make it. I am locked and loaded. I have sales contracts with some of the most cutting edge companies on the planet.
And I'm going to wake up from this three-year long nightmare in a new Bugatti.
[video=youtube;t_HaBUWlp4g]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_HaBUWlp4g[/video]
That's a promise to the Fastlane community. Actually, let me do better than that. All of the rage I have deserves more of a commitment, after all.
MJ, I GIVE YOU MY F*ckING WORD THAT THE 23-YEAR OLD KID YOU QUOTED IN YOUR BOOK WILL BUY A NEW BUGATTI AND POST PICS ON THIS SITE.
I don't know how long it will take me (perhaps only a few months, perhaps a few years), but you know me, MJ. I disappear, speak with my actions, and return with epic vengeance.
I know that the people who read the words on this site have an appreciation for fine automobiles. And I know ya'll love money, and the art of making it. So, in a way, I'm using all of you to hold myself accountable to this promise.
Until I have what I want, I'm going to be on the phone and in meetings from sun up until sun down. I will hustle every day and every night until I have what I want. I swear - on my life, and my love of it - that I am going to buy every car I've ever wanted - Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Bugatti - all of them. All I want to do is make money. It's the only thing that matters, and I'm going to show it with my actions.
I didn't have a normal childhood. My mother was a college professor, and taught me at home. I began my freshman year of college at the age of 13, as a mathematics and classical piano major. I was done with college before most people my age had finished high school.
When I turned 15, I began asking my professors questions: What can I do for a living with a mathematics degree? What job will I have that allows me to apply differential equations, linear algebra and statistics?
MJ would probably call their answers "slow lane" answers. Quite frankly, their answers sucked. Why was I going to college so early - just to enter the rat race before everyone else? What did that make me, besides a precocious rat? Why create a supercharged engine and leave it sitting in a parking lot all day? Why not rev that bitch to the max, burn some rubber, and flex all 1,000 horses?
I quickly realized that I could not buy the cars, boats, homes and toys of my dreams living my life that way. I started hustling. I started chasing paper.
I began by tutoring math and teaching piano lessons. I made more in a few hours than I did working all day at my normal job. I still remember my first sensation of walking around with huge knots of cash in my pocket.
When I turned 18, I got into sales. First, it was construction. Then real estate investment properties. Then I got into private equity. Then I got my first clients.
I was fortunate to have great mentors: c-suite executives of multi-billion dollar private equity firms, Wall Street superstars, etc. I learned at least 95% of what I know about business and sales through hands-on experience, and learning from the best.
Over the past few years, I've had some bullshit happen. A couple of hospitalizations, a near-death experience, learning the truth about some people in my life (people I wrongly thought I could trust).
Amazingly, though, I wouldn't change anything that happened over the past few years. I have turned this shit into sugar.
[video=youtube;DeG9Gl00K1w]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeG9Gl00K1w[/video]
Just part of growing up, I suppose. At this point in my life, there's only one thing I know. Money over everything, and I know how to make it. I am locked and loaded. I have sales contracts with some of the most cutting edge companies on the planet.
And I'm going to wake up from this three-year long nightmare in a new Bugatti.
[video=youtube;t_HaBUWlp4g]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_HaBUWlp4g[/video]
That's a promise to the Fastlane community. Actually, let me do better than that. All of the rage I have deserves more of a commitment, after all.
MJ, I GIVE YOU MY F*ckING WORD THAT THE 23-YEAR OLD KID YOU QUOTED IN YOUR BOOK WILL BUY A NEW BUGATTI AND POST PICS ON THIS SITE.
I don't know how long it will take me (perhaps only a few months, perhaps a few years), but you know me, MJ. I disappear, speak with my actions, and return with epic vengeance.
I know that the people who read the words on this site have an appreciation for fine automobiles. And I know ya'll love money, and the art of making it. So, in a way, I'm using all of you to hold myself accountable to this promise.
Until I have what I want, I'm going to be on the phone and in meetings from sun up until sun down. I will hustle every day and every night until I have what I want. I swear - on my life, and my love of it - that I am going to buy every car I've ever wanted - Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Bugatti - all of them. All I want to do is make money. It's the only thing that matters, and I'm going to show it with my actions.
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