About to land at JFK

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1. The Egohulkster:

   The ultimate in delusions of grandeur is found in the
   Egohulkster, the guy who spends most of his time, energy and
   money trying to convince himself and others that he’s the
   reincarnation of Howard Hughes.

   A classic tip-off to the Egohulkster is lavish offices with
   all the trappings. Little does he know that this kind of flash
   serves as a red flag to experienced, successful people,
   particularly if the growth of his business has been unusually
   rapid.

   A number of years ago I had dinner with an Egohulkster in
   his early thirties. The purpose of our get together was to
   discuss a business deal we were in the process of negotiating.

   We never did get around to talking business, because he yapped
   non-stop about who he knew, how much he made and how clever he
   was. At one point, apparently sensing (erroneously) that his
   prey’s fascination had reached a fever pitch, he bellowed:
   “There are three things I can do around the clock – drink,
   gamble and have sex.” I’m telling you, I nearly yawned.

   Then with trumpets blaring inside his arthritic brain cavity, he
   went on to describe his awesome deal making exploits, taking
   care to emphasize he regularly flitted from coast to coast on
   his own Learjet.

   Of course, he was many years too late to impress me. About
   fifteen years earlier, prior to my brain transplant, I too owned
   a Learjet. The truth, however was that I had been barely able
   to keep up with the payments on my ten speed bicycle let alone
   my those on my plane.

   As I noted the foam dripping from the corners of the young
   Egohulkster’s mouth, I was pretty certain that when the end
   arrived for him he would lose both his Learjet and his bicycle.

   Real-World Rule #52: Distrust anyone under 40 with a Learjet!

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