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    Justin Rylands: I Died.
    Justin Rylands: I Died.
    Justin Rylands: I Died.
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    Justin Rylands: I Died.

    By Justin Rylands, Jr

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    Ok look, I am not going to lie, I AM going to sell you my story. And I AM 100% sure you are going to buy it.
    How can I be so sure? Well, I am an addict. As an addict I have lost everything I ever had.
    What does a man do when he lost everything? When it is life or dead?
    He does ANYTHING to get it all back. The most vile, disgusting, obscene, illegal, shameful things to get back what he lost!

    My name is Justin Rylands and I am an addict. I am addicted to money.
    I am going to tell you how I conquered the world. And I am going to tell you how I lost it all.
    Join me on the inside and let me tell you the crazy story that is my life. I would say I am sorry for the explicit scene I will describe but to be honest, I am not sorry at all. Those were the best times of my life.

    Oh, btw, I have been arrested so many times that I got to know this cop better then my wife. With the money I used to buy drugs I could have bought a small island. I even died once. Yes, there is a white light.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJustin Rylands, Jr
    Release dateMar 8, 2014
    ISBN9781311739049
    Justin Rylands: I Died.

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      Justin Rylands - Justin Rylands, Jr

      I DIED

      the life story of

      Justin Rylands

      ~~~

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright © 2014 by Justin Rylands. All rights reserved.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Contents

      Me, a Paris Hilton and a million dollar smile

      A client turned lover turned major headache

      Two naked women, a broken heart and a full bankaccount

      Me, a Paris Hilton and a million dollar smile

      There is a sound that most humans will experience many times in life, that, despite being perfectly ordinary and extremely frequent, never fails to awaken a soul-crushing sadness deep within our minds. This is the precise feeling that stirred me each morning, as my alarm clock stirred me from sleep. I awoke as if my alarm clock had unexpectedly poked me with a cattle prod. My eyes shot open, while my body catapulted itself out of bed. I stood for a moment, surveying my immaculately clean, and meticulously modern bedroom, and allowed my mind a chance to catch up with my movements. My girlfriend, Violet, managed to stay sound asleep through this fiasco, and looked peaceful as ever. I glanced at the clock, and like many other mornings before this one, realized my scramble to wake up and get going was fruitless. I was up early, and there was no need to rush. The real urgency was coming from my own personal rush to break away from my horribly mundane existence.

      My name is Justin Rylands, and my life is not bad by any means. I am 29 years old with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration from Princeton. My father, Drew Rylands, was responsible for starting one of the most successful dental technology distribution warehouses in the United States, and thus provided me with a guaranteed, top dollar sales position since the day I exited my mother’s womb. I have a sought-after career, a beautiful girlfriend, an apartment that looks like a Home Goods catalog come to life, and a picture perfect family. I was not rebellious growing up, and I equate this to my wealthy upbringing, and well-structured, loving parents. I was always handsome, and intelligent. I was dedicated to school, and sports, and rarely ever distracted by girls. I was disinterested in parties, and the counterproductive activities my peers got off on. I was a born success story. I was everything any parent could ask for, and they were well aware of this. I was nothing at all like my insurgent older brother who’d flown the coop when I was 13. My parents had convinced me that, Andy went away for college, because that’s what young men do when they turn 18. But I knew this was a lie, even as a child. My brother was an absolute shit head, and I was a firsthand witness to his teen years full of underage drinking and cutting class. I can recall numerous late nights that ended in my mother sobbing on the couch while my father was on the phone explaining to the cops what crime his hooligan son got himself caught up in now. It was not until I was 17, and overheard a phone call between my brother and father, that I finally discovered Andy had run off with a group of glass blowing hippies who crafted marijuana pipes and travelled the country with the small amount of money they made selling these art pieces. I was never entirely able to grasp why this lifestyle brought my brother so much joy, but after 7 years of this perpetuating 9 to 5 grind, I started to wonder if Andy had the right idea after all.

      Morning Boss, I said, half-joking to my father upon stepping into his office.

      Ah, my son! Bright and early as always. Just like your father. He clapped his hand on my back and gave me that classic, fatherly grin. I’ve got a project for you. I cringed. I figured this meant I’d be planning another painfully boring charity event for inner-city children with no dental insurance. The disappointment must have shown on my face, because he quickly began trying to defend his previous statement. Don’t fret Justin, it’s not another boring charity event. I gave an exaggerated sigh of relief, and my father laughed. I actually need you to meet with a prospective stock investor. You know, wine and dine her, show her around the warehouse. Hell, even show her around town!

      Dad, are you asking me to take your client on a date?

      Oh Justin, lay off the sarcasm! He chuckled. You know this is protocol when it comes to the investors. She’ll being flying in from Los Angeles this coming Friday. She requested that someone from our company pick her up from the airport, so that’s your first task. Her name is Cassandra Glass. It is imperative that you don’t forget. She’s very young Justin. I believe she’s 22, to be exact, so keep her entertained. We need this investment.

      While he spoke, my mind was wandering to fantasy lands filled with drama and excitement. I was picturing myself at a craps table in Las Vegas with beautiful women and wealthy con men surrounding me as I threw the dice. I envisioned myself drinking red wine with a rock band

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