How to make a better App.part.02. <<beware.Click.bait.

There’s a difference between you and I.

I get paid as a byproduct of having conversations.

Here’s a plethora of categories I’ve profited from (not just gotten paid, but got paid more than I invested…)

Juggling.
Magic.
Blogging.
Culinary Arts.
Graphic Design.
Illustration.
Painting.
Drawing.
Design.
Skate.boarding.
Parkour(ing).
Free.running.
Teaching…
The list continues… by about double…

Now here’s the important part…
No one cares how good I am at any of it!
They pay me, to see me again…

I once gave business advice to a woman, who donated air miles for me to take a trip to London.

I get tipped $200/hour on occasion. (yes tipped, they choose the amount.)

And today, I sold my first painting… (without marketing, without offering, without training…) :: Just me chilling in my world, and sharing a piece of it!

I go to the same spot, everyday, and perform magic with my paintings hanging out.
I turned down 30+ offers from people trying to buy my art, because I wanted to wait for the right person… who approached me… differently.

She had a purpose already in mind for the art she was about to buy…
This particular design people wanted to buy for ~$35… but I GAVE away the design, and in return she “donated” or “tipped” $5.

Quick side.bar… :: Who’s she going to go to next time she wants a painting…? :: the guy that lets her pick the price!

I don’t care about money… <<people don’t trust me when I say that…
I make my money before I roll out of bed in the morning… You know that joke, “I don’t get out of bed for less than a million dollars?” :: Yeah, I designed that joke to become my reality… (but it’s way less than $1m, because it happens every.fvkcin’.day., by 11am, while my head’s on the pillow, my work day is done… thanks to the stock market!)

I can make money doing anything… I just choose to make the cash while relaxing, free.jam (beatboxing/guitar session with buddies), waiting for sexy ladies to walk by, subtly tell them it’s okay to flirt with me by saying… “yeah, I’m single… it’s a good life for now…”, and start a party in the middle of the park, and wait for the donations to come flying in.