Copywriting kept me out of jail yesterday...

Picture it…

I’m in England.

Rainy as always, miserable as a 70-year-olds sex life.

I’m on my way to Heathrow Airport…

Arrive by train…

No need to check in since I’m a genius and did it online.

Swift through boarding pass gates, mogging mfs every second of the way…

Two bags with me:

One black leather duffle bag and one black back pack.

I get to security…

Put One-in-one tray…

The other in another…

Queuing…

Queuing…

Queuing…

Finally, get to the X-ray gate where I stand like a twat and then proceeded to get a pat down from the baldest, fattest dude in the aviation industry.

No joke this dude was a human-potato love child.

Anyway so i’m waiting for my bags…

One comes through

“Nice, alright almost done”.

Next one… doesn’t come

Turns out it was pulled in.

And not only was it pulled in, but I was told to remain where I was and to give up my fucking passport.

Fat dude comes over too me:

“Is this your bag?”

…Yeah? why bruv.

“Right, there is a hostile object in your possession and the police have been called, they will be here soon, Dont move I need to ask you some questions.”.

So I’m standing there with a half smirk on my face thinking…

“Ight this will be a cool story, but what the fuck is going on”

“Did someone sneak a zombie blade into my bag?”.

Last time I checked £1000 cash and a pack of condoms was not a hostile object.

Anyway…

15 minutes go by…

Waiting Waiting…

And then…

This fucking unit walks in…

Taser on one hip, batton on another…. 6’3 bald dude with his sleeves rolled up and

“Police”

Painted on his bulletproof vest.

Points at me and brings me aside…

“Right sir can you describe the contents of the bag”…

Money…

Condoms…

Macbook…

Nun chucks….

Charge….”STOP”…. He interrupts me…

I look at him:

I want to make this clear…

This dude is starting through me:

“Why the hell do you have nun chucks”.

(Apparently, they are illegal)

Now the reason I gave him was utter bullshit, the reality is im a fucking ninja and look cool as fuck with them.

Regardless…

If you have never been arrested, the officer begins to Lay questions on you like a 40-year-old husband in a sexless marriage who has just walked into a brothel…

It was unrelenting…

Fast-paced…

Open-ended questions…

Trick questions…

Double-sided insinuations…

BANG BANG BANG…. one after another.

The kinda stuff that most people would shit themselves over.

The dude was threatening to arrest me on the spot every 30 seconds.

Anyway… To explain how copywriting saved me…

When you're a competent writer, by proxy you start to become a competent speaker.

And in this case… it was needed.

If I wasn’t the slick talk bad boy I am.

And I couldn’t engage in verbal warfare to the degree in which was necessary

Pluggin’ answers from thin air and vocalising them without stuttering…

I could be in a jail cell with 3 gang bangers right now waiting for my lawyer to bail my ass.

Most of you cannot comprehend the intensity of the scenario I just described.

If any of you have watched “Whiplash” its kinda like when Neiman is getting ripped into for not being on tempo.

The point is, that copywriting is a skill that extrapolates beyond the page.

And can save you in a multitude of circumstances.

Yesterday it kept me out of jail.

Today it made me $2400.

Learn it.

Master it.

Thrive with it.

Here you will find how to do all 3 in record time.

Tom Stoic

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