"I've been listening to the Go Get It podcast", I overheard, as I rearranged the tarp on my demure homeless encampment. I desperately brushed aside the tarp to uncover a pristine gentleman donning a sharp beige suit, whose slim wrist was adorned by a Rolex Submariner 5512. He was accompanied by a pulchritudinous lady in her early 20s—clearly a supermodel—who nodded and smiled affectionally at his suggestion. Was she even listening? "Wow. If only I could become that guy, I thought."
Shuffling through what was left of my belongings I chanced upon a sturdy paperclip, surely the only thing of value in my possession. I combed the streets for any takers, and traded the paperclip for a Dixon Ticonderoga #2 pencil, shortened and abused by seemingly countless rounds of sharpening. Needless to say the eraser was virtually non-existent, likely eroded by some ungrateful 4th grade whippersnapper.
Getting from the pencil to the essential oils diffuser was quite a challenge. A few mis-trades and some apt exchanges later, I ended up with a 2011 iPod Touch with 13% battery life. Gaining WiFi access presented no challenge as I tricked the local artisan bakery into falling for my feigned interest in one of their $11 stuffed croissants. Having moved my encampment within the 230-foot range of their 802.11ac WiFi network, I was ready. Would you like an Apple ID? Sure. I jumped through every hoop thrown at me, before finally landing on the Go Get It podcast page. Seconds later I was there with the hosts, hanging onto every word with as much fixation as displayed by Austin's unwavering gaze on Hunter's fierce monologue.
This podcast changed my life within weeks. I now own 15 properties all across the western United States, including 4 waterfront developments and 1 palatial estate.
I went. I got it. And you can get it too. Subscribe.
