Shut Don't Go Up, Prices Do.

Dear Friend,

As you could probably imagine, growing up in the Bronx meant having to deal with all sorts of slightly "different" kinds of kids, who you just didn't mess with.

They had a combination of "quirkiness" and violent tendencies that made them perfect candidates to land themselves on post office walls everywhere, as "America's Most Wanted" fugitives.

I remember one kid -- Frankie Cobb. What a whack job he was.

This kid would blow gobs of giant green boogers onto his bare hands, and then reach up underneath the desks of his unsuspecting victims, smearing handfulls of them on the bottoms of their desks when they weren't looking.

If you'd look under the desks to see the mess he made, it actually looked like ground up squishy green grapes hanging down.

Truly, a disgusting and twisted man this Mr. Cobb was.

And then... there was Minnie Walton.

Minnie lived in the Boston Secor projects, where the rarest breeds came from.

A big girl -- probably 5-foot 11, her shoulders and biceps were nothing shy of steroid-riddled bodybuilder-quality, only hers were genetic gifts of the Gods.

Her cornrows were weaved as tight as vicegrips around her rounded head, however, I don't think her hair had been washed since the year of the flood.

And let's just put it this way... If I told you Minnie got hit with the ugly stick when she was born, I'd be lying. She apparently got BEATEN with the ugly stick.

Anyway, Minnie was so foul-mouthed and loud, she'd make a drunken sailor blush, and you never knew when her odd-looking stare at you would turn into an irrational shouting match, from out of nowhere.

Minnie was so tough, I swear she would have no problem jumping into the boxing ring with some of the greatest heavyweights of the times -- Ali... Frazier... Foreman... she could hold her own.

Her superb physical conditioning was only matched by her violent outbursts, and was inversely proportionate to her mental stability.

One day, when I was in 7th grade, Minnie came over to me while I was walking through the hallway and decided I was going to be her victim de jour, and she started shoving me and assaulting me with verbal abuse.

I knew I was no physical match for her by a long-shot, and I was only hoping she'd taken the 1970's equivalent of Ritalin that morning.

I'm not sure what came over me, but in a VERY poor lapse of judgment, I just told her, "Minnie, Shut up -- please."

At that moment, it was almost as if time itself had stopped.

The entire world was on pause.

Kids stopped walking through the hallways moving to their classes... voices dropped to a hollow whisper... and the air was hanging thick with suspense.

What would Minnie do?

Heck, I didn't have a clue, but I began perspiring, and wishing I'd just smiled and walked away.

Minnie then slowly marched closer to me, kneeling down looking right in my quivering eyes, so we were eyeball to eyeball at that point.

I could see the scars from some slashing on her left cheek, and her acne pockmarks pitted deep into her greasy forehead.

It was as if you were looking into the mouth of a fire-breathing dragon who was inhaling the breath she was about to use to exhume you in the next moment.

Minnie slowly opened her mouth...

She looked at me... and she said "Shut Don't Go Up, Prices Do."

And then, by the grace of God, she turned around and walked away.

It was, perhaps... the luckiest moment I ever experieiced in middle school.

I'm not sure why fate was smiling upon me that day -- perhaps Minnie had a soft spot for me... perhaps she DID in fact, take her meds that morning... or perhaps... there was a lesson in this profound comment she made.

I prefer to think the latter was the reason, and so in honor of Minnie Walton and the beating she spared me, I am going to put you on official notice that prices DO in fact, go up, and here's the deal:

By the time you get my next e-mail (which will either be tomorrow or the next day), the price of ALL my Maverick Marketing Memberships -
http://www.kingofcopy.com/maverickmarketer - are going up, based on demand and the good wisdom of a few of my smart marketing friends.

VIP First Class is moving up $100 Dollars, to $399 a month... Business Class is moving up $50 bucks to $249 a month... and first class is moving up to $67 Dollars a month.

So, if you have been on the edge of the fence about signing up, now's your chance to get in before I pull a Minnie Walton on you and boost the prices.

You have no MORE than 24 to 48 hours to do this, and that is IT.

Again, if my next tip goes out tomorrow, then that's your deadline, if it goes out on the day after, you've got an extra day to get in. I have NO idea when this will happen.

Enroll NOW:  http://www.kingofcopy.com/maverickmarketer

Now go sell something,

Craig Garber

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