A Degenerate Paper

The first time I met John, the owner of Global motorcars, I was not quite sure what to think of him. He pulled up to motorwerks on a cold, overcast day in a roaring limitied edition SLR Mclaren Mercedes, one of twenty two to be exact. He throws the scissor doors up and hops out of this breath taking automobile. Hes wearing sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a cowboy hat; not exactly the attire you would expect from the driver of a car of this caliber. He walks in the door and introduced himself. He was going to be renting the front of our shop to sell and rent cars. John had all these crazy ideas of how he was going to change the shop and make it better. He was so aggressive in his ideas I was a bit taken back by him and kind of regretted agreeing to let him lease the front half of our building. When he left I was nervous about the agreement we had made with this man. The next few times he came in I warmed up to him and realized that he is one of the funniest people I have ever met. His company, Global motorcars, was a huge thriving company; John was exactly who I wanted to be.
From that very first morning that John hopped out of the million-dollar Mclaren grinning from ear to ear screaming “how are you! “ it was clear that this was a different bread of man. Within minutes he was standing at my desk with his briefcase sitting just where he had left it, the middle of my desk. As I stared at him in bewilderment he opens his briefcase and begins comparing his million-dollar ride to a Westheimer whore. His approach was instantly off-putting, I mean here is a man who has clearly been extremely successful in life but he is just so obnoxious. Obnoxious or not my jaw came to the floor as I realized what he was now pulling out of his briefcase. Cold hard cash, rubber-banded brick after brick of hundred dollar bills were just piling up on my desk. When it was all said and done he had over a hundred thousand dollars stacked in front of me and as much as I was still hesitant as to weather or not I liked him one thing was clear, I respected him.
Over the coming weeks my encounters with John became almost daily. At first he would drop by to take measurements of the shop and talk about the way he wanted to lay things out, but slowly he seemed to be coming by with less and less of an actual reason. As often as he would come by, it became apparent that he was not a man who traveled alone. I would watch out of the shop’s front windows as one of John’s cars would pull into the parking lot trailed by one or two large dark SUVs. The men that he seamed to be surrounding himself with were an oddly eclectic bunch, many of them were ex-cons covered in tattoos but there were all kinds in his entourage. The fast talking salesmen, the coked up party boys, the protection, the collectors, and he took care of all of them it seemed that even his busboys where wearing handmade Italian suits. He had it all, the whole works. What was craziest about it though was that each and every one of them worshiped John they were ready to die for him. They would come in talking of drug binders and wild party’s that they had thrown in John’s honor all over the world. They respected him so much that he no longer did anything for himself; if he felt thirsty he would pick up his cell phone select a random contact and hit send. When the person on the other end of the line would pickup he would bark an order into the phone along the lines of “cock-meat sandwich bring me tree bark.” Within minutes one of his guys would be at his side with his ice coffee from star bucks just the way he liked it.
John’s bold approach to life was what made me question whether or not I liked him when I first met him. It seemed to be such a detriment to his character, but as I got to know him it became clear that his obnoxious style is simply his brand of comedy and that he is actually one of the most sincere and generous people I know. One of my favorite memories of John was the day he showed up out of the blue in some low priced SUV that he had recently bought in a car auction to check on the status of a few of the cars that we had been working on for him. He got out of the car with that magical briefcase of his and set it down on the curb outside. I was blown away at the fact that he would leave a bag full of cash out on the side of the freeway but he didn’t seem the least bit worried about it, he walked in asking to see his three Ferraris that we had just finished customizing for him. I took him back in the back of the shop and he looks at me and asks me if I can do him a favor. I eagerly agreed knowing that there was never a dull moment around John and what came out of his mouth absolutely shocked me. He said, “Here are the keys to the Ferrari’s can you and your friends follow me back to my office on the other side of town.” I was so overcome with joy that my body began to tingle, we walked out to the cars and started them in unison. The roaring formula one inspired Italian engines filling the air with their songs and my two friends and I grinning from ear to ear the entire way across town. That day is a day I will never forget, riding around in a convoy of Ferraris has a way of lifting all of ones senses. Thank you uncle John.

Its 5:30 in the morning

5:30 AM on a Saturday morning, doesn't sound all that impressive in a day in the life of a degenerate. When you consider that I went to bed last night instead of going out, when you take the time to let it sink in that while I could have been drinking hurricanes and listening to live music or sitting at my table at the palms surrounded by hundreds of my closest friends, when you really examine the facts I just seem crazy.

Money Money Money Boosting My Moral

I woke up this morning feeling great, I suppose it was in large part due to the fact that I was in bed by 10:30 last night. Regardless, I was feeling even more optimistic this morning then most. I have found that since Degenerate Days is starting to become profitable, the first thing I do in the morning is check to see how much money I made in my sleep. Yesterday morning was the first day that I discovered this amazing ability, as by eight am Degenerate Days was already well on its way to having the most profitable day in its short history. All of the revenue reports were already showing record daily income, and I simply couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. Keep in mind the revenue that we are talking about here is still minuscule in the grand scheme of things, but I do think it is beautiful that while we are in the midst of one of the worst global financial meltdowns in history I am being paid to put my thoughts on paper.

I do understand that my success is directly linked to my readers, so I have decided to do something in return. If my online endeavors continue to be profitable for one year, I will write an entire post on the steps that I took to set everything up. You can do with my information what you please but I will try my best to lay it out in as replicable a way as possible. I have a million ideas for online businesses and my ultimate goal is to devote a year to learning what works and what doesn't. If all goes according to plan though I will be in all kinds of markets in the very near future, and this blog will be more for your enjoyment than anything else so continue to read and enjoy life through my eyes.