Once upon a time in a dodgy Miami neighborhood lived our protagonist, Sir Dan of Doberman.

A proven way to start a story, right?

But since this story is about me, it’s kinda stupid to write in third person.

So I won’t.

Anyhoo… in 2004 I was recently back in the good ole U.S. of A. Something I said I would never do.

In a moment’s notice I had left a DREAM life in Costa Rica, abandoned my home and put all my material possessions in storage to move to Miami.

What prompted me to make such a stupid financial and personal decision?

Gary Halbert.

You see, Gary had moved into my spare bedroom in Costa Rica for a few months while we were working on projects together.

But then he decided he wanted to move back to Miami.

Since one of his clients had just cut a mid 5-figure check for us to whore out our minds and write him some copy…

…Gary decided that it would be in my best interests to uproot myself from my home and move to Miami with him.

And since he was a master artist of persuasion, who could say no to the famous Gary Halbert?

So there I was in Miami with a new wife just arrived from Colombia… and all the bureaucratic immigration nightmares that go along with that…

…I had no place to live…

…and news arrived that all my earthly possessions in storage in Costa Rica (including a priceless guitar I LOVED) were all stolen.

(God bless Latin America. Where “what’s mine is mine… and what’s yours is mine, too.”)

Hey… at least I had the gig with Halbert and his new client, right? I could count on that income while I found a new place to live.

How ‘bout noooooo.

Our monthly 5-figure check writing “I’ve got enough projects to keep you guys busy for the next year” client decided to pull the plug.

So I had no income…

…I was in a new city (and a very hostile one, BTW) with no place to live…

…I had a few hundred bucks credit left on a MasterCard…

…and thanks to a series of poor decisions, I had ZERO savings. (Although I enjoyed every MINUTE of pissing that money away in Costa Rica.)

Oh yeah… there were no friends or family members who would even CONSIDER bailing me out. They were all broke, too. (And sadly, will die broke.)

And even if I wanted to get a job, the only skill I have is the ability to shoot man sized targets in the head at 1,000 meters.

Oh… and play the guitar.

One of those skills can only guarantee employment with heinous criminals.

The other skill only pays about $50 a night and guarantees an existence of sleeping under a bridge and eating out of dumpsters.

So… what would YOU do in a desperate situation like that?

Well I’ll tell you what *I* did:

I grabbed a yellow legal pad and blue pen and “wrote” myself a quick $40,000.

No, I didn’t prostitute myself and whore out my mind to the highest bidder.

I identified a want in a particular marketplace and wrote a sales letter for that product.

I used the credit left on my MasterCard for printing and postage and “hired” the U.S. Postal Service to deliver my sales letter (for pennies… LITERALLY) to a small list of people most likely to buy it.

Less than 10 days later, an extra $40k appeared in my checking account as if by magic.

Listen, there’s no doubt about it…

The ability to create moneymaking sales messages is the most important skill you can have.

However… what do you do if you need to make money YESTERDAY and don’t have years and years and millions of dollars to get good at creating moneymaking sales messages?

Don’t worry…

There’s a simple solution.

I’m going to show you A-to-Z… step-by-step… EXACTLY what I’ve done when time was of the essence, I had to “create money on demand”… but my copywriting chops weren’t even CLOSE to being good.

This is a secret you can use IMMEDIATELY to create ALL kinds of successful copy to make money.

Even a LOT of money.

Quickly.

Click here for the whole story… and discover how you can get it all… FREE.

All the best,
Doberman Dan