Old Fashioned

Old FashionedYoure alone in a dark New York alley knocking on an unmarked door. It flies open. Youre yanked into a speakeasy packed with drinkers and socialites. The air is thick with smoke and live jazz. You work your way through Crystal glasses clink around you as dimly lit people laugh, murmur and party. You spot your old friend by the bar, who greets you with a nod The bartender asks you what itll be. Can I get an Old Fashioned? Make that two your friend says

And there’s no better tool for soul-stirring yourself back to sanity than a whirl in your Porsche 911 at odd hours of the night

They’ll never kill you

” But listen… We all have comic heroes

We get contradicting advice from “gurus”

you discover that illusions are actually beautiful

But they can be an ‘insulator’ too—and resist the flow cutting you off from your greatest dreams

And we can’t help but think there’s no path to success

finding the will to escape for a better future is rare

It’s the greatest common denominator in every success story

Their bullets come in the form of words

or give in—to a life of mediocrity

Your potential