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Graduation
Everyone knows how hard it is to transition from a secure lake to the unpredictable ocean.
Graduating high school is the start of the long trek a person must endure to get across the desert to reach the oasis. I, Robert "Bob" Jefferson, was no exception.
I have my faults. I was swept up in the epidemic that storms millennials to this day. I partied more than I should have. I was lazy. Not to mention how entitled I was. To be raw and honest, I was lower than dirt.
I guess it was what some like to call "rock bottom".
Graduating made me realize that claiming you will do something then doing it half-assed wasn't going to cut it. I had to stop dipping my feet in the pool, I had to dive in.
Honoring the promise I made to myself to be the best painter of my time was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but like an oyster I made a pearl out of a grain of sand.
Through hard work, hatred turned support from others, and discipline I molded my life into what I wanted it to be.
My story is not only a steaming cauldron of sexual pleasure, that was a bonus.
It is a story of going from not having a clear vision for the future to closing six figure deals with millionaires.
What some like to call a "rags to riches story".
(I promise not to get mad if you leave a good review.)
Graduating high school is the start of the long trek a person must endure to get across the desert to reach the oasis. I, Robert "Bob" Jefferson, was no exception.
I have my faults. I was swept up in the epidemic that storms millennials to this day. I partied more than I should have. I was lazy. Not to mention how entitled I was. To be raw and honest, I was lower than dirt.
I guess it was what some like to call "rock bottom".
Graduating made me realize that claiming you will do something then doing it half-assed wasn't going to cut it. I had to stop dipping my feet in the pool, I had to dive in.
Honoring the promise I made to myself to be the best painter of my time was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but like an oyster I made a pearl out of a grain of sand.
Through hard work, hatred turned support from others, and discipline I molded my life into what I wanted it to be.
My story is not only a steaming cauldron of sexual pleasure, that was a bonus.
It is a story of going from not having a clear vision for the future to closing six figure deals with millionaires.
What some like to call a "rags to riches story".
(I promise not to get mad if you leave a good review.)
231 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 11, 2017
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November 10, 2017
Do yourself a favor and read ANYTHING else
This book started rough and it only slid downhill. The writing grew steadily sloppier, with homophone errors, missing words, and changing tenses.
The protagonist is nothing more than a self-insert, wish fulfillment, cardboard cutout. The women in the book have even less substance and mostly exist to sleep with the protagonist and soak up his "wisdom." Characters are mentioned and dropped.
The author's knowledge of how painting works and the pricing for art are laughably unrealistic, as are his attempts to portray other characters as successful in pursuing their artistic dreams. No one is going to make bank literally overnight with a self-published poetry collection on Amazon. Nice try! No one gets $500k on a mural their first time painting one, either - I'm not even sure experienced muralists can count on that kind of fee.
The erotic scenes are a joke and only serve to highlight what I presume are the author's favorite fellatio techniques and sexual positions. Seriously, each woman in this book sucks more than a Hoover. The protagonist never fails to satisfy a lover or to have an orgasm himself. It just isn't possible for him to have a bad roll in the hay, even when he is drunk or with someone he just met.
I could keep ranting but instead, let me end this review with a simple summary of the plot:
Paint. Smoke weed. Meet girl. Spout pretentious life advice ripped from bad self-help books and motivational speakers. Have sex. Paint. Get a phone call. Make comment about how awesome painting skill is!
Lather, rinse, repeat for far too many pages until the book mercifully ends.
Don't bother with this one.
This book started rough and it only slid downhill. The writing grew steadily sloppier, with homophone errors, missing words, and changing tenses.
The protagonist is nothing more than a self-insert, wish fulfillment, cardboard cutout. The women in the book have even less substance and mostly exist to sleep with the protagonist and soak up his "wisdom." Characters are mentioned and dropped.
The author's knowledge of how painting works and the pricing for art are laughably unrealistic, as are his attempts to portray other characters as successful in pursuing their artistic dreams. No one is going to make bank literally overnight with a self-published poetry collection on Amazon. Nice try! No one gets $500k on a mural their first time painting one, either - I'm not even sure experienced muralists can count on that kind of fee.
The erotic scenes are a joke and only serve to highlight what I presume are the author's favorite fellatio techniques and sexual positions. Seriously, each woman in this book sucks more than a Hoover. The protagonist never fails to satisfy a lover or to have an orgasm himself. It just isn't possible for him to have a bad roll in the hay, even when he is drunk or with someone he just met.
I could keep ranting but instead, let me end this review with a simple summary of the plot:
Paint. Smoke weed. Meet girl. Spout pretentious life advice ripped from bad self-help books and motivational speakers. Have sex. Paint. Get a phone call. Make comment about how awesome painting skill is!
Lather, rinse, repeat for far too many pages until the book mercifully ends.
Don't bother with this one.
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