So on July 28th my boss comes to me and says he wants to see me in the conference room. “Great” I think “A raise”. A conversations ensues something about qoutas and corporate margins and stuff. I can’t follow this stuff. Then the words I always wanted to hear “We’ve decided to let you go.”
Cast into the void, I am sent spinning. My life, a shambles. My wife, angry. Okay, maybe not that bad. In fact, I kinda liked it. People say getting laidoff is tough. But for me it was like getting laid at work. With everyone watching I gathered up my stuff and went out the door, a big smile on my face, a cigarette dangling from my lips.
Anyway, last Monday our congressional “leaders” voted ixnay on the ailoutbay of $700,000,000,000. The stock market crashed and burned like Evel Knieval on a motorcycle. It was this exact moment that I thought “I think I want to write a book.”
My ever supportive wife said something like “What kind of book?”
“A book about starting a business.”
“You can’t wake up in the morning. Your organizational skills suck.”
“Which is why it will work.”
Broke 
You have 4 kids to support. Please please please just get a job. A real working stiff kind of job. Your kids need to eat , they need health insurance, etc.
Well, I could…
But the majority of wealthy people in this country own their business. I’m following in a long line of guys who make their destiny, grab life by the horns, and wrestle down the corporate structure of using other’s labor and making a profit off of it.
Ya see, my job isn’t merely a “job”, it’s a statement to the corporate interests, the global economy, and the insatiable powers or international greed, that the little guy who has the balls to overcome their ruininous manipulation can upset the order of patriarchal bureaucracy and acheive his dreams!