Don’t Do This – EVER!

If you’re not on my email list… then you’ve seriously been missing out on some of my “black hat” stuff.

So get on it.

Alright, other than that, I finally got the comments back enabled (I had to delete the whole comments database and rebuild it… thus the reason no comments are here anymore)… so feel free to bash anything I write… or put in video form.

Including this little ditty:

If you’re like me, you’ve likely had your share of breakups, rejections, or just flat out bad days.

And, if you’re also like me… you’ve likely done a few things that you aren’t too proud of in RESPONSE to those bad times.

Hey, we’re all human. There are some MASSIVE PSYCHOLOGICAL undercurrents that run together when said things happen… so acting the fool sometimes is somewhat unavoidable…

Here’s a scenario:

Let’s say you’ve been out with a particular woman for a while and you decide to go over to her place to surprise her with something… (tickets, flowers, whatever).

You get to the door and you hear the giggles and moans of a woman in ecstasy… the moans that YOU’RE ALL TOO FAMILIAR WITH.

You think to yourself… “HOLY SHIT, she’s so PRIME right now… I’m about to bum some monkeys San Diego Zoo style…”

So you knock on the door with your 2 inch pecker half out… (okay, maybe that’s just me)

… and everything gets quiet.

You hear a “SHIT, it’s HIM…”

… in an out of breath male voice… another voice you’re all too familiar with…

… and as your best friend opens the door, you SLAUGHTER his face with your fist like you were attacking a tomato with a sledge hammer.

IT GETS UGLY.

As you regain your senses and say the appropriate things to both parties… you stumble home thinking about the one thing that you can do to help you deal with this… new… ISSUE.

You get home and decide to reach into the cabinet and grab the closest thing to you… some good ‘ole MOONSHINE (hey, I’m from NC)…

And it begins.

In less than an hour, you’ve went from fiery rage to a man with a death wish.

To say you were “lit” would be like saying a blazing inferno was simply a “campfire”.

So you start drunk dialing… or whatever you do.

You begin walking around like a jack-legged bandit.

You drive somewhere.

You end up doing more stupid shit that you have to eventually get over (which makes you want to drink again to handle it)…

But here’s the kicker.

Here’s what you should pay attention to.

Did you know that drinking alcohol during bad times actually CEMENTS those memories in your mind?

Research proven.

(And that’s not counting the other shit that you’ve done WHILE you were catatonic…)

That means that the tool that you’re using to get instant “help” is actually making the problem stick around LONGER.

It compounds on itself.

But don’t mistake this for a public service announcement of any kind.

And the reason I say that is because the vast majority of questions that I get from guys like you everyday revolve around a man trying to get ONE PARTICULAR WOMAN…

… not just ANY woman… but ONE PARTICULAR ONE.

Which means there’s an awful lot of room for hurt feelings and discontent.

So save yourself some trouble: If things aren’t going your way… change something. Look at the source of your problems and don’t try to mask them or cover up the “symptoms” using alcohol.

It just leaves you worse off in the long run… and the studies show it.

Reserve the moonshine for good times with your friends… not for the bad times with yourself.

I promise you’ll see a TREMENDOUS difference in your life… been there done that.

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