Who was reading: A man who looked to be in his mid-30s with one large hoop earring, brown boat-like shoes, and fields of stubble. He wore a faded corduroy jacket and toted a lumpy backpack.
His eyes kept fluttering shut... Every now and then he'd give a start and snap them open, rubbing his thumbs over the eyelids as though to massage out the exhaustion, but eventually he set aside the book and nodded off. It was 8:30 p.m.
Now I'm not a doctor. And I'm no expert in starting and running your own corporation either. But I do know this is ain't the way, sonn; quitters never succeed . . . unless they have rich parents.
More secrets to success: 1. Substitute the backpack with a slick angular briefcase. 2. Never admit to reading a library book, it makes you look poor.