It All Started With My Last $20 . . .

I sure wish I could tell you that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I wasn't. It was during my high school years that I learned the value of knowing how to sell. After all, I wasn't going to get a hot girlfriend if I didn't know how to close a deal.

Amway, Kirby and Telemarketing—oh my!

I began planning businesses in high school and I just knew my future was in selling. After I graduated, I began to plan my mail order empire. That's when I met Robert [name changed to protect the innocent]. He told me about this can't-miss business opportunity. Yep, he was an Amway guy and soon enough I was drawing circles and talking about downline 24-7.

To support my habit—I mean business—I got a job at a telemarketing joint. While selling 12-month supplies of vitamins for $800 on up wasn't easy, I soon became the best closer in my room. I quickly learned how telemarketing rooms—like the one I worked a—not only ripped off their customers, but their employees too.

After finding out about it, I left and decided to sell very expensive vacuums. Oh, I also was doing some mailings for my new mail order campaign—an information product. I had success, but I was a little green on the financial side of business and I was just a kid. Despite having returns of 500% or higher, I dwindled the cash away and planned other things. Circles—please get these circles out of my head.

The Intoxicating Las Vegas Lights!

The day came when I finally hit 21—a magical age here in Las Vegas. I killed 3 birds with 1 stone that day. First, I went to a casino and applied for a job. Second, I walked up to a video poker machine and put in my first quarter. Finally, I asked the cocktail waitress for a drink. I had arrived!

Once inside the confines of the casino industry, I learned a lot. I really don't want to go into all I know, but it's part of my story, so I felt a brief mention was in order. Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get out of the J.O.B. and into my life as a bona fide businessman.

Pardon Me, But Do You Have Any Grey Poupon?

Yes, I idolized those commercials. I wanted to live the good life. Finally the day came when I walked into work and told them thanks, but no thanks. You see, just a little bit before that I started up a business on this thing called the Internet. That was back in 1994—12 years ago.

I was quickly making money hand over fist selling my informational products. My $20 was no longer just a crumpled up wad in my pocket. It was turning into so many bills that my bank account looked respectable.

12 Years And Counting

Over the past decade I've crafted so many advertisements, websites, and just plain stuff, that I don't even know how much I've done. I've built up and sold networks—never making the news mind you.

You could say that I know the Internet—marketing, copy, SEO, and so forth—like the back of my hand. It wasn't until very recently that I decided to start providing my services to others—perhaps to you.

The Never-Ending $20 Bill . . .

So, we've come full circle and my last $20 bill is still rolling. Even if it all ended today, my last $20 gave me one heck of an adventure. I owe all my success to two things—the ability to motivate people to act now and the ability to close the deal.

If you need great copy, drop me a line.

Email: web@jasonamartin.com

I'd love to hear from you.

- Jason -