I went to a job interview. Well, in any other profession it would be a job interview. They’d want to get to know you. What you’ve done. Your accomplishments. Big wins for other businesses. But when you’re in marketing, sometimes they just want to pick your brain. Get your ideas. It took me a long…
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When Main Street Messes Up Your Wall Street Plans
I once made a guy tens of thousands of dollars on the stock market. I had a system. It worked. Twice. I never got a dime from him in commission or anything. Don’t even recall the guy buying me lunch. That’s just how it goes sometimes. They walk away with thousands, you walk away with…
How To Give Yourself The Permission To Be The Best
I was a songwriter who made no money, so I was a carpet installer. I was a carpet installer who always wanted to cut his head off, so I was a large scale computer system installer. I was a large scale computer system installer who was abandoned by a company in LAX, with no way…
My Idea Was A Dog, So It Failed
I had an idea. I thought it was going to be great. I worked on it for days. Hour upon hour. I did a lot of research on businesses. I sent over 200 emails to people. I was sure everyone was going to jump on board and love my plan. It was the greatest idea…
I Like Taking Big Swings At Things And You Should Too
I wrote this guy. He was opening a night club in town. I wanted to be a part of it. I said, “hello, my name is Paul. I’m a heck of a marketing guy. I don’t want any money, I just want to own a piece of the club. I’ll do everything for you”. I…
How Penn and Teller Kill It
I’m watching Penn & Teller Fool Us. I don’t watch TV unless it’s NASCAR or football. Sometimes I watch nothing just because. This is one of those nights. This is nothing. But it does elicit some questions. It makes me think, “how honest is even the most honest of honest person?” My hope is to…
My Roommate (Allegedly) Stole Something, And Then His Girlfriend Robbed A Bank
I had no where to go. I was sleeping on the couch of a friend. I was almost finally making money again. It was still a struggle. I was talking to a friend of mine, “I need a place to live, a room to rent”. He was standing next to a mutual acquaintance who wasn’t…