Look, this is not a book filled with metaphysical feel good B.S. or positive thinking. For I've yet to witness an athlete, upon scoring the game winning shot, stroll over to the sidelines, wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead, look in the camera and say:

"You know Verne, it was all because of that positive thinking I did in the off-season."

You see, in our brave new economy the rules have changed. No longer, could Benjamin Franklin turn the wheels of commerce, with Poor Richards Almanac.

And until we hear Donald Trump say the key to his success constructing magnificent skyscrapers is positive thinking. Let's just say it's a good thing, and leave it at that.

You see I grew up in the church the son of a preacher man, and there is little else, that gets me upset than so called leaders intentionally leading the herd down a delusional path, of leprechauns, riding unicorns along rainbows.

It's nauseating, certainly, you've heard visiting the Vatican today, is like riding shotgun in a convertible along Hollywood Boulevard with Lloyd from the HBO show, Entourage.

Look, how else can you explain politicians pandering to the idea of fairness and in America of all countries, one of the wealthiest societies. You see much of what you've been told about success and wealth is pure unadulterated baloney!

These ideas of fairness, inequality, or just being more moral and deserving of success, sure they sound nice, but I've yet to hear of success and wealth beating a path to any nice, moral, and deserving people's front door.

After all, drug dealers, gun runners, and criminals can amass extravagant amounts of wealth.

Warning

Yes, a warning. This book will offend the meek, for it is filled with all the dirty little secrets of success, that others are too timid to share.

It will fly in the face of what you've been told growing up and it will challenge many of your current long held beliefs about success and wealth. It may seem illogical, and impractical, at first.

It will be painful, and your first instinct will be to slam these pages shut, and go running under your covers, like a 13 year old little girl after her first break up, whimpering "no, no, no, it's just can't be."

Let me first briefly share my qualifications, so that you will take my words seriously.

While the talking heads on TV have been banging their drum about our great recession, unemployment, and George Bush's last apocalyptic passage of gas, starting from zero financial resources, no silver spoons, or lucky breaks, I've climbed up as a college dropout, to earn millions of dollars working part time from home.

I've traveled the world, from staying at the Wynn in Las Vegas to see Tiesto perform live, to flying out to New York City to attend March Madness, down to riding horseback through the jungles of Belize, off to feeding Elephants in the bustling streets of Bangkok.

You may have even seen me appear on national TV in my own infomercial, on ESPN, MTV, VH-1, Comedy Central to name but a few.

Just like in the movie the Matrix, Keanu Reeves was given the choice of the red pill or the blue pill, right now this moment, your faced with the same decision. For the time is upon you to cast off the heavy chains of false belief, that money goes to scarcity, lack, or need.

For that is blasphemy, and as well thought out as the belief that because you helped carry in little Ms. Jackson groceries this week, and haven't had any immoral thoughts lately ... Gee shucks, it's gotta be your turn to win the lottery.

Sure Homer, I've even been visualizing it.

But if your one of the few, brave, courageous souls, buckle, up and get ready to rise to the top. For our first tale together begins with the Hershey Milk Chocolate Bar.