The Four Urine-Based Stages of Becoming a New Yorker

When I told my college roommate, who was from Brooklyn, that I would be attending Columbia University for graduate school, he told me how I’d know I had truly become a New Yorker: I would reach stage four.

The four stages involved the subway.

Stage 1. You walk down the subway platform, and you wonder what that liquid on the ground might be.
Stage 2. You say to yourself, “Wait a minute. Could that be…?”
Stage 3. You walk right through it, paying no attention.
Stage 4. You’re on the subway platform late at night, there are no facilities, and you really have to go….

I never got to Stage 4, thank goodness.

You’ll note that the progression from stage one to stage four involves becoming desensitized. What once got your undivided attention no longer even registers.

Is that happening with that online income stream you promised yourself you’d build, as insurance against the pink slip?

You were all excited, and as the crush of daily life has taken over again, it’s back to meh.

I’m going to jolt you back into excitement and determination.

I managed to get Paul Counts, Patrick Henry’s seventh great grandson — no joke — to join us for a live Q&A. Ask whatever you want, and Paul, who’s a master of online business, will give you a good, meaty answer.

Paul, who’s been working for himself online for 19 years, knows everything there is to know about this stuff.

Bring your questions, or just listen and learn.

But for the sake of all that is sensible, reserve your spot and be there:

http://www.tomwoods.com/counts

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