Diesel and I have a lot in common.
We sort of look alike, we both think highly of him, we both have good kids and pretty wives, and we both have worked in the software business for over 11 years. Heck, except for the fact that I'm two inches taller than he is, we're practically interchangeable.
In fact, I bet I could walk into his kitchen tomorrow and the only thing his kids would say is, "Dad, you look taller." Even then all I would have to say is, "lifts!" and they would nod with acceptance of my wise orthopedic footwear choice and go about their business.
But now he's gone and written a book just to one-up me.
At first I was impressed - but then I remembered that Paris Hilton has also written a book. Nonetheless, the fact remains that Diesel has taken that next step toward literary mediocrity and deserves to be acknowledged for it.
After receiving my copy last week, I headed straight for the bathroom where all my reading material is kept, and began to work my way through it. The book, that is. However, after I ran out of toilet paper one day, I needed to steal the piece I had been using as a bookmark - and may have skipped several chapters without knowing the difference. Even still, I have to say I enjoyed the parts I did read.
But the real reason I'm writing about it isn't to tell you that Diesel's book is an easy read with a high chuckle-per-page ratio - which it is. It's because I'm trying to cash in on a marketing opportunity that could help send my kids through college. Or at least buy them one of their text books.
That's right, for every Antisocial Commentary - from the secret files of the Mattress Police you buy through the link in my sidebar, I will receive a whopping $2.00! DID YOU HEAR THAT!!! $2.00! Free money! To me!
Now, don't let the fact that I'm trying to make money off this deal cause you to question my sincerity about this book... he really is a very funny and clever writer. And depending upon how fast you read, this book could easily be consumed in one very entertaining evening.
Of course that wouldn't necessarily be a very entertaining evening for me, since - well... let's just say my legs would probably fall asleep before I could finish.