The Happy Network Marketer

Struggling against the restraints in the dentist's chair, I could smell his sadistic and evil garlic breath. The lights dimmed. Terror. I knew what was coming next – the drill. I braced myself as the whirring drill ground deep into my tooth. My nervous system short-circuited. I only saw stars. He chuckled, "Hurt? I am only getting started." I felt panic.

"Now, you can sit here in the chair while I drill deeper, much deeper … or you can escape now, and go out cold prospecting for your networ...