Raw, Girthy & Cut Business School For Bastardos

During hell week of my college football days, we had a coach who gleamingly talked about "e;ye ol' bastardos"e; while we stretched for practice in grueling triple-digit heat. Who were the bastardos? According to coach, these bastardos were yawning and barely waking up to the smell of mom's fresh blueberry pancakes with "e;the warm maple syrups"e; and melted butter, while we endured two-a-days of college football hell. With Southern California ashes raining from the sky and fires raging, I pictured myself being a bastardo. Forget being here. Forget a rigorous academic schedule. Let's live that bastardo life! Why not stay in bed? Why not tell the goal-oriented world where to head? Unfortunately, or fortunately, I always showed up for practice and in the classroom. Coming from a small town, with multiple divorces under my belt from both my mom and dad, I was never your typical academic success story. I had a dark side. I enjoyed debauchery, fighting, womanizing (so many regrets now), violent sports, hanging with bad kids, and being a dangerous product of a broken home. According to statistics, I had no business being at elite schools, let alone a corporate success story. But statistics can be manipulated (as you'll learn in this book). B-School Bastardos is for those that didn't have a keen interest in business, finance, accounting, data analytics, academia, or corporate America growing up-but have interest when it's applied to topics such as sex, drugs, real world, and hot women. While this book can't promise a corporate finance job, BA, MBA, new career, or any sort of accolade, I do promise one good laugh.