Lazy Ass Millionaire

So I grew up instinctively knowing two universal truths: Money
makes life a hell of a lot easier, and working really hard sucks. I
often wondered if there was some way I could have a lot of
money and an easy life without having to work my ass off, but
the more I learned about the world, the more I discovered
that, well, it just doesn't work that way.

So I went to work.

At the age of 16 I landed a job bussing tables at a local pizza
place. Soon I moved on to floor sales at a high-end luggage
store. Then it was delivering sandwiches. I could go on, but I'll
save you the agony of reliving my failures and move on.

When I left for college, my parents gave me a computer. It
was the early 90s, and there weren't too many kids who had
their own PC. I spent more time playing computer games than
I spent studying, and I idolized guys like Steve Jobs and Bill
Gates, who'd both used computer technology to become
filthy rich. But to my surprise nobody else seemed to think
computers were very cool. I was ostracized and shunned from
social activity, labeled a "computer nerd." By the end of the
semester, I'd had enough of my fellow students and enough of
school. I dropped out, picked a city out of a hat, and left to
recreate my life.

But you need money to recreate your life, and I had zip. My
laundry list of mindless, boring jobs continued to grow. For
years, I struggled against a current of bad bosses, disgruntled
coworkers, and self-entitled customers. I tried hard to move
upstream, but always managed to stay right where I was. The
newspapers said the economy was booming, but I personally
wasn't seeing it.

Meanwhile, I spent countless hours chatting online, playing
games, and browsing for information on all the places I
wanted to visit but knew I never would. I worked for a small
accounting firm, and my day was filled with other people's
numbers. I drank cheap coffee, wore low-end clothes, drove a
bottom-of-the-line car, and dated women who I liked, but who
were busy and tired like me. I was constantly undervalued and
disrespected, and nobody cared what I thought about
anything. I was bottoming out, but I didn't realize it at the time. I
convinced myself that I was satisfied, that I was doing the best I
could, but in reality, I was just like my parents: miserable.

One day a friend of my boss's came by to take us all out to
lunch. He was different. He had a level of confidence I didn't
even know existed. He didn't swagger through the door like our
rich clients did; he breezed. He didn't bear that self-importance
that the rich tend to have. In fact, he was both attentive and
generous. He took us to the nicest place in the city as casually
as if we were driving through at McDonald's. There was
absolutely nothing pretentious about him at all, although he
seemed wealthy beyond my imagining. I was immediately
jealous.

Someone asked him what business he was in. "None," he
answered indifferently. That was a head-scratcher. Was he a
trust fund baby? Had he invented the bendy straw? Where did
his money come from? And more importantly, where did his
attitude come from? He didn't share it with us that day.

Instead, he called me at the office a few days later. There was
no small talk, no introduction, just a simple, straight-forward
question: "Do you want what I have?"

And so began the most life-altering lesson of my life. College
had nothing on this guy. The formula he showed me was so
mind-boggling that I felt completely overwhelmed. Following
him meant taking a risk I'd never faced before, and the
complacent, zombie-fied part of my brain that had been
running things, screamed at me to run far, far away. I didn't. I
jumped. I started making money. Then more money. I tweaked
and perfected the system until it ran smoother, and I began
really raking it in by doing even less work. I could do it all
through the Internet, too, which had already been a huge part
of my life.

Less than a year later, I quit my job and never looked back. I'd
worked hard and gotten nowhere for years, and I had no
intention of ever doing it again. Not much later, I bought my
first house, then my second. I paid off my sisters' mortgages
and bought my parents a new house and new cars. I can satisfy
my wanderlust whenever I like - all the trips I've ever wanted to
take are achievable at a moment's notice. I throw the best
parties in the world, populated by delicious food and beautiful
women. The gossip column in my city's paper recently called
me a young Hugh Hefner. I don't get up before noon, ever. I
have a walk-in freezer dedicated entirely to ice cream.

Most importantly, I answer to nobody except myself, which is
exactly how it should be. Never again will anybody else decide
what I'm worth, or who I am. The best part is, I will never work
another day in my life. I'm fulfilling all of my dreams, and I
know that I deserve it. I don't know you, but maybe you
deserve it too.

So without further introduction, let me ask you a simple,
straight-forward question:

Do you want what I have?

Dylan

P.S. I'm giving back the same way as my mentor gave to me,
by sharing what I know for free. I don't want anything from you
except for you to be successful and get the life you really
want.

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