No Book For You! The SoupNazi Exposes Why Most People Will Never Get Rich

No book for you!

I love giving away books.  And yet, it really is disheartening that I can’t most of the time because people are just too freaking lazy.

You see, when I’m out trolling in my Lamborghini, you can’t be shy.  People will always come up to you and talk.  It isn’t a time to be an introvert (which for the most part, I am).

And yet, I’ve made a point of using Lambo drivetime as an opportunity to give away free books to curious strangers.

For those of you familiar with my story (posted below) my storied beginnings were birthed from an encounter with a Lamborghini.

I approached a Lambo owner and asked him a simple question (see below) and now when that happens to me (pretty much anytime I drive) I have the chance to gift someone my book, and perhaps to gift a dream.

Except here is the problem.

Before I give away a free book, I ask the stranger a question that I know will determine if I am wasting my book, or putting it into the hands of someone capable of having a chance.   The question varies by person, but for the most part they look like this …

MJ: “Do you do a lot of reading?”
Stranger: Naww, I don’t have time.
Translation: I finished learning and my skillset will be rotting for the next 40 years. No book for you!

MJ: “What was the last book you read and when?”
Stranger: To Kill a Mockingbird in High School.
Translation: I finished learning and my skillset will be rotting for the next 40 years. No book for you!

MJ: “What is your favorite book?”
Stranger: “I really don’t have one”
Translation: I finished learning and my skillset will be rotting for the next 40 years. No book for you!

Surprisingly, these questions are met with answers that expose why most people will never escape the rat race.  They don’t read and they’re done learning.

Giving them my book, FREE, would be a waste of paper and resources as it will just land on some dusty shelf with some stupid Cubs hat.

And the sad thing is, more often than not, these answers are typical. 

As the old saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.

So the question is, if I met you on the streets of Phoenix and I asked you one of these questions, would you be getting a FREE book? 

The “Lamborghini Prophecy” Completes

The Millionaire Fastlane is the echo of a chance encounter I had long ago when I was a pudgy teenager. It was a Fastlane ignition of consciousness, a resurrection triggered by a stranger driving a mythic car—a Lamborghini Countach. The Fastlane was born, and with it the resolution and belief that creating wealth need not take 50 years of financial mediocrity devoured by decades of work, decades of saving, decades of mindless frugality, and decades of 8% stock market returns.

Often, this book references the Lamborghini brand, and it isn’t to brag when I say I’ve owned a few. The Lamborghini icon represents the fulfillment of a prophecy in my life. It innocently started when I saw my first Lamborghini and it kicked my ass out of my comfort zone. I confronted its young owner and asked a simple question: “How can you afford such an awesome car?”

The answer I received, unveiled in chapter 2, was short and powerful, but I wish I had more. I wish that man had taken a minute, an hour, a day, or a week to talk to me. I wish that young stranger would have mentored me on how to get what I thought the Lamborghini represented: wealth. I wish that man had reached into his car and given me a book.

Fast-forward to today.

As I endanger the streets in my Lamborghini, I relive that same moment except in role reversal. To celebrate my Fastlane success, I bought one of these legendary beasts, a Lamborghini Diablo. If you’ve never had the opportunity to drive a car that costs more than most people’s homes, let me tell you how it works…

You can’t be shy.

People chase you down in traffic. They tailgate you, rubberneck, and cause accidents. Getting gas is an event: people snap photos, enraged tree-huggers give you the evil eye, and haters insinuate about the length of your penis—as if owning a Hyundai implies being well endowed. Mostly, people ask questions.

The most frequent questions come from leering and inquisitive teenagers, as I was many years ago: “Wow, how can you afford one of these?” or “What do you do?” People associate a Lamborghini with wealth, and while I soon learned that that’s more an illusion than anything (any dimwit can finance a Lamborghini), it’s indicative of a dream lifestyle that most people conceive as incomprehensible.

Now when I hear the same question I asked decades ago, I have the power to gift a book and perhaps, to gift a dream. This book is my official answer.