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WOOO MONEY MONDAY

Sooooooooo this email is off the top of the fckin domeski

Sooooooooo I just got mega sales’ed at the mall

Sooooooooo i’m also super fucking sore from this new workout routine i’m trying (stay tuned for more)

First things first:

Soooooooooo

I am quite literally one of the most impulsive people I know.

That’s great, not that i’m impulsive, but at least i can recognize that and own it.

Everyone has their own unique, individual, flaws; Yet so few people actually can man up to that shit and own it.

What’s to be scared about???

Boo-hoo i’m impulsive whooptie-doo

I think the more important part of the equation is being ultra-aware of who you are.

That meaning understanding you’re strengths & weaknesses, and playing all your cards right to benefit you (given that you fully understand your skillset)

OK SECONDLYYYY:

I was out roaming.. (hahah typical ik)

And came across this fancy little store called sunglass hut

And as most of you know.. i’m a sales guy.. eat, breathe, sleep, shit, fuck, sales.

And this mother trucker upsold the living shit out of me

I was closed, and i loved every second of it

Sales is 110% pure emotion, not selling a product

SELLING A FELLING!

So would like to give a shout out to the sales guy that upsold me on getting another pair of luxury designer (made-in-a-sweat-shop) sunglasses

WAIT.. A SHOUT OUT FOR SELLING YOU OVERPRICED PLASTIC SUNGLASSES????

Yup. A fckin shout out.

He didn’t focus on the product. He asked me “what’s the special occasion?”

I said “Mexico brotherman”

Now he could have rambled about how these sunglasses are great and how he could get me a second pair at half off because they are so much cheaper and how they are burberry or prada or whatever.

But no…

He asked how long i was going for… asked me what the vibe of the restaurants we’re going to be that i was attending… asked me if i was going to impress the ladies

This MOTHER TRUCKER absolutely closed me on why it would make me feel FCKING AMAZING if I got the prada and the burberry glasses.

He made me envision myself & how good i would feel just by looking super-fckin-fly with the prada glasses at a fancy dinner and the burberry glasses at sunrise after a night out.

OK AND THRIDLY & FINALLY:

The workout. Something that i’ve been struggling to keep up with while earth roaming.

I needed to innovate, so I can get the most bang for my buck.

A new type of workout, one that doesn’t require me galavanting to the nearest LA Fitness in every city i’m in (if they have one remotely close)

So i started brainstorming.. realizing that i know quite a bit of ex-conmen that are absolutely shredded (mostly family funny enough)

So i looked up “prison workout”

Big mistake…

I’m sore as a mother trucker dude.

I shared this workout with my private group (Transcendence) and we are ripping a challenge to who can be the most jacked in the next 30 days.

Not going to give out all the free sauce, but these prison workouts aren’t the hardest thing in the world to access.

Kk bye nowwwww xoxoxoxo

This love letter (email) was a bit everywhere

but i hope you took something out of it

and if you didn’t…

WOMP WOMP

-t$

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