Intro Lately I'm getting a lot of questions again from several people about my background and what I actually do. Normally I like to keep certain things to myself but I've seen many people giving up IM because yeah, shit is hard in reality, especially in the beginning! I often read a lot of people that lacking knowledge, skills and the funds to become successful and then get depressed/frustrated and give up because of it. Well, my success story or at least this one will be a bit different than most success stories to hopefully give you back some motivation you lost and push a little harder. So this success story will not be about how much money I earned, what I bought, showing off anything, this story is about even if you start with nothing you can still become legendary like me... bwhahaha obviously I'm joking because I'm literally no-one big and started with nothing but in all seriousness, if I was able to turn shit around from nothing you certainly can!! Now to understand where I'm coming from I need to tell some things from my past, if this bores/annoys you I suggest you skip this part. Young Billy Batts To make a beginning of this story we'll be going to the late 90's. I just finished mid-lvl high school which takes 4 years. I did it in 5 Not because I found it incredibly hard but besides History and English I really didn't gave AF about school plus I kinda have problems with authority it seems. I was more interested in the girls plus I just enjoyed making the class laugh which often resulted in getting kicked out of the class Now I partially blame ADD/HSP as my IQ is actually above average but that results in if I have to do something I don't enjoy I can't stay focused. My 2 nieces also have an above average IQ but don't have ADD and they both finished their Master in Law Cum Laude, big difference. Anyway, after high-school I got a job as tour guide over the summer. This was basically the first time I had no rules and had to take care of myself which was great but when I got home I was confronted again with the rules, my asshole stepdad which at that point I had enough of it all after I tasted the freedom and I moved out. In retrospect I should have stayed a little longer at home to learn a little bit more about adulthood first but yeah I didn't. So don't be stupid like me when you are at that age, get some papers and education as a fallback plan. Adulthood Damn, if I only knew how fucked up my life was going to be I surely would have taken a different path . So here I am, an 18yo kid, on his own thinking I know it all. I joined the army or at least, that was the plan. I coasted through the military exams but got kicked out in training due to some "incidents" and authority issues. After that venture I started working as a security officer. I guess it didn't pay that bad but it was boring as hell. Now I'm living on my own for a year when the company I worked for went bankrupt. As I was young, dumb and full of cum I didn't set any money apart and therefor I needed to find a new job quickly.. Unfortunately with no college education and no life experience it proved a lot harder to get a job than I thought. So up to my next mistake. Through a friend I ended up in pharmaceuticals :wink :wink. Even though there were already Dutch coffee-shops where weed was sold legally in my city there was none. This went ok for a year or so until I got mixed up with the wrong people.Don't want to go into too much details about it as it's also not that important but I found myself traveling to Mexico and America a couple times till one day I got busted on the airport in (thank God) my own country and got my ass thrown into prison. Being locked up never bothered me that much but from here on my life went to shit! Aftermath of Prison When I was released I lost everything! My house, my car, my dog, my GF and not only did I lose all my money I had a huge debt stacked up as the bills just kept ticking while I was locked up. Nowhere to go I wen't to my parents house and when I asked if I could stay for a while till I got back on track my own bloody mother said to me "You're an adult now, go figure it out" and that was that. That was also the last time I spoke to her because if you let your only child outside in the middle of the fucking winter, don't ever expect anything from me again. Ok then, so not only didn't I lose everything I mentioned above, now I was fucking homeless in the winter. No roof above my head, no family, friends..funny how they always around when you got money and when they need help but when it's the other way around no-one there and all I had was a backpack, a coat and the clothes I was wearing, some spare clothing, a watch and a gold necklace. The only ones I consider family were my grandparents but I never involved them in any of my shit because I never wanted them to worry about their first grandchild. Anyway, I went to a pawnshop, sold my watch and necklace and then in a surplus store I bought a second hand tent, military grade sleeping bag and a machete that I still have till this day. Later I found out all the possibilities of homeless shelters in the cities but yeah what did I know about anything back then. First Night Homeless Along the way I've been homeless several times on 2 continents and slept in the weirdest places without thinking twice about it but that first time man, especially when you are still young and alone fucking SUCKED!! And for those who are wondering why the machete, hey man, sleeping outside in the dark if you are not used to it is fucking scary!! With a machete next to me it was still scary in the beginning but at least I had something to defend myself. This GIF is actually pretty accurate So was I able to sleep that first night? Hell no! It was fucking cold! Because it had been freezing the ground of the field I was in was frozen solid and I was just thinking "Am I actually fucking lying in a tent in the middle of the fucking winter???" I've never felt more alone and depressed. Not only disappointed in myself but in everybody that it seems didn't give a fuck about me. I can't even express in words how shitty that felt. Next day I went looking for a better spot. The thing is, I never went to places where people could see me because I hate it if people would see I'm homeless especially in my country where people really look down on you and treat you like shit because it's not a common thing. I found an abandoned area where they stored new concrete sewage pipes like this. At night I would close off both sides with plastic sheets I found, still cold AF but slightly warmer plus if there was a bit of wind I made a fire inside so the smoke could escape and then it was a lot better. So how did I get by? I'm a guy of principles, no matter if I'm rich or poor I always stick to them. Now I could have done several things to get money or food. Rob people, steal, break and entering, beg for money but besides stealing some toothpaste and deodorant every now and then in the supermarket I never did any of those other things. There was this gas-station with a mini market close to my spot and one day I noticed they threw away food that was still packed and unused. I found out that by law food that has reached the expiry date markets have to throw it away, suddenly perfectly good food in abundance for free On To The Next Mistake One night I was on my way to a big supermarket I found that dumped loads of food but their containers were behind a fence of about 3m high but it had no barbwire on top of it so could be climbed over easily. When I arrived there to my surprise 2 other guys we doing exactly the same what I was planning to do. We struck a conversation and I found out that they were squatters from the city. Back then squatting was still legal but I never heard of it. After I told them where I was sleeping they basically thought I was batshit crazy and they invited me to come with them. So we picked up my stuff and went to their squat house. Dafuq?!! They had everything, warm water, electricity, gas even cable TV Shiiiitttt If I knew that I wouldn't had to sleep outside in the fucking cold but damn that was a nice feeling for a change. It's crazy stupid how happy you can feel when having nothing and then just have the absolute basics, things most people take for granted every day. Again, in hindsight living with squatters wasn't the best choice. These are one bunch of crazy motherfuckers. Non stop drugs and partying, the shit I've seen in those 2 years I was with these guys, I would still be writing next week. That life style really caught up to me and one day I got a rude awaking when the riot police kicked in the door and everyone got arrested including me for possession of certain things. After a couple months in jail I was released and again homeless.. but as this was a jail in the city they gave me an address of a homeless shelter where I could go to. Shelter Life Now this all happened before I was even 25 and I'm not even close to done When I arrived at the shelter I first observed it from across the road to see what kind of people were going in and out. That didn't really motivate me to go in because it was mainly older roughed up guys and junkies. Later it didn't bother me at all but like the first time sleeping outside, it was kinda creepy but it was winter again and freezing minus 15 degrees celcius so I took a deep breath and thought "Fuck it!" and went for it. A shelter is just like prison, they see you are new, some will test you, some will try to mess with you but nothing new to me and me personally never had any issues but the first night a guy slightly older than me was drunk and denied entrance for the night, they found him the next day dead under a bridge, could have been me if I didn't decide to go in. I have many stories about the shit I've seen and experienced in shelters, the fights, the stabbings, people dying all the time due drugs but this story is already long enough so moving on. Trying To Pull Myself Together The shelter naturally isn't an ideal situation but at least you got a comfortable bed, a roof, showers and no risk of being kicked out by the police, it gives some stability. Now as the months pass by I signed up for the waiting list to get an apartment. In that time I literally took every job I could get. I ended up doing several things in construction, was a garbage collector for a while, metal mechanic, cleaner, carpenter, scaffolder, placing drywall, painter, window washer, mover etc I didn't enjoy any of them but at least I was trying. The Past Catching Up After some more months I got lucky and I got a house appointed to me. I didn't had much money so bought the basic stuff second handed and an old crappy Pentium 4 desktop but hey at least access to the internet. I always had affinity with computers and always had an interest in webdesign, trying out new programs and tools etc. When I wasn't working I was on the internet learning new things. I found a WYSIWYG editor and by just reading tons of sites build my own website. Showed it to some colleagues and one of them was really impressed and asked me to make a site for his hobby. That was basically my first time ever I made money through the internet. While learning more on webdesign I started to learn photoshop as I had to edit things often. Around this time I was chatting with some chick from the US I met online, just casually in the beginning but it was growing into a regular thing. I also found a steady job in construction so a regular income. Unfortunately because I was registered in the system again all debt collectors from my past found me real fast I got bombarded with costs and threads. I manage to strike an agreement with all of them and everything was looking on the upside for a change. Andddd Screwed Over Again So one day on the job I stepped on something and tore my ankle ligament. But my employer said, "Don't worry, heal up and come back"..Went to the hospital, got some pain meds and crutches and was send home. A week later I should have received my salary but nothing came. I ring my employer the fucker doesn't pick up, I send him a text he doesn't reply and I still can't walk I had to use a lawyer to harass him till he finally paid but at this point I'm behind on my bills and the salary was only of one month plus I can't work. Now I'm reading and learning things on the computer 24/7 but my skills weren't good enough yet to get a lot of customers. On top of all that BS now the debt collectors are getting impatient. So I explained to them I'm injured and I need some time to get back on my feet and if they could extend some time. They all said fucking no!! And started harassing me again with increased costs, threats and freezing some of my money. By now I was talking to the girl from America every day, she often calling me for hours, sending me photo's. As my ankle healed up and I was ready to find a new job I get a letter where they are threatening to kick me to the curb. That was the last straw! I had it with all the shit! Sold everything I had, bought a ticket to America to visit that chick and whatever happens after I deal with it then. Murica Here I Come As said, sold my shit, flipped a big fuck you to everyone that was chasing me and went to America. The chick I was talking to for almost a year lived in the Capital of Texas but I landed in New Jersey as that was the cheapest ticket. I had a couple thousand on me and checked in the cheapest motel 8 I could find because before I was heading to Texas I had to visit New York! (awesome place) After visiting NY for two days I took a greyhound bus to Austin. What should have been a 30h drive turned into a 3 days drive as the chauffeur missed the first connection.. Anyway, after 3 days I arrived in Austin and checked into a motel 8 and called the girl I was speaking to as she didn't know I was coming, kinda wanted it to be a surprise Let The Drama Begin! After I checked in I picked up the phone and called the girl. As always she was happy to talk to me but when I told her I was in Austin she was ecstatic and said she would be over right away. About 45 min later I get a knock on the door, ok, so I kinda know what to expect as I've seen her photo's right..so I take a peak through the spy hole.. Instead of the girl from the photos there was now standing a cross-eyed behemoth at my door! I kid you not, it looked something like this! Spoiler You know the program cat fish? Well before that program there was Billy Battsfish. But you know what, I'm here now, I will just try to turn this into a positive thing. So I let her in and I'm going to skip a little bit further along the timeline Now I'm in the US for a couple weeks and the motel is starting to burn my money so we agreed I move in with her. Oh, I forget to mention she lives there with her ex who happens to be Dutch too and her son..Again, I don't want to spend too much time on this subject but let's say, day in and day out it was drama. One day I had enough of it and was thinking to buy a ticket back with the remaining money I had to find out my wallet was stolen. I already know honey boo boo stole it but of course she denied it, blaming other people but she is the only one who could have known the pincode as 1 time when I was withdrawing money at an ATM she was standing next to me but I couldn't prove it. After that incident the bomb just exploded, me and her ex got into a fight and then she threatened to call the police if I didn't leave so yeah, that's what I did. Homeless Again!! Dafuq man! So now I'm homeless in a foreign country, across the ocean, with no money and don't know anyone but now I'm already a veteran in tough situations besides it was summer in Texas so at least it wasn't cold outside. The issue in the US is everything is fucking far apart compared to my country where even in the biggest cities you can walk everything plus I have no clue where to go. I found this playground which had a tube, when it would get dark I would go sleep in there and food I pretty much got the same way as before. After sleeping in the park for a week some old lady started to talk to me and when I explained the situation she said I had to go downtown where there were shelters, she gave me a couple bucks for the bus and off I went. Finally found the homeless shelters which was 2 blocks next to the main street where all the action is. If you check here you can see the homeless shelters, left the salvation army and right the front steps organisation. Again, the stuff I've seen, experienced there, the stories are endless! The Trip Back "Home" I found a job in construction and started saving money a bit although I also partied a lot of times on 6th street which I also have tons of stories to tell about but like the previous paragraph I'm trying to wrap it all up to reach the end as this has become a ridiculously long thread for my doing. One day I was drinking a beer after work in the park and the cops were getting rid of the homeless people and then saw me drinking a beer and they issued me a subpoena. They gave me a date that I had to go to court but the problem was by now I was an illegal alien and I didn't know what would happen if they found out so I took my money and bought a ticket back to my country. Welcome Home! I landed on Christmas day and got arrested straight away I had some unpaid traffic violations so with Christmas and new years eve I was incarcerated. Two weeks later I was released and yet again, homeless with nothing more than some spare clothes, my backpack and machete Again! Only this time I'm already accustomed to this lifestyle so it didn't bother me that much and I went to my old city, checked in the homeless shelter which basically was a second home for me by now. Instead of solving my shit I got a job offered in a tattooshop as body piercer in a different city and to keep it short, the past followed me again, lost my job because of it, became homeless AGAIN, went back to my city Again and checked into the homeless shelter AGAIN. This Time I Take A Different Approach! By now I completely wasted my 20's as I almost turned 31 when I checked into the homeless shelter again. This time I was determined to resolve all my shit. I've always denied the help for that because you have to give the social workers total control over your finances and privacy plus you would have to live from a very small fixed budget while the rest of the money goes to the debt collectors. But at this point I had nothing to lose anyway and I was getting tired of the lifestyle so I promised myself that I would follow through this time till the end! After a year in the shelter I got a managed room on my own. If I tell you that it was the size of a broom closet I'm not exaggerating, it was literally 2m wide and 3 meters in length. After a year I got into a managed studio where I was for 2 years while solving my shit. A New Beginning.. This was it! After years of the hardknock life, getting chased by debt collectors, getting fucked over by everything and everyone multiple times, after all the time in the shelters, prison, on the streets I Finally got a house offered for my own again! 2 months after I got in I finally paid off my total debt in full and ready to finally start over again. You would think that now I got a house, debt free after all the shit I would be fucking stoked right? Wrong! As I've always been living the fast life, chaos, restless and never had time to reflect back. I now had plenty of time to do that and I got severely depressed when realizing how much time I've wasted and never going to get back again!! And I mean DEPRESSED!! Till the point I didn't give a fuck anymore and started drinking heavily and several times I popped a couple oxiyodons with it. And I'm not talking beers but the heavy stuff, whiskey and wodka I would easily drink away 5-6 bottles a week. Then I would pick myself up again, trying to do better and would relapse again. It's a vicious circle you get stuck in. Internet Marketing So a couple years ago I started getting back into webdesign and was actively searching for other online methods to earn money. My journey started out on the dark web where I was on a hack message board where a lot of carders were active. I met a dude from my country there who was a pro carder, we started talking and he needed a website and in return he would teach me how to card. For people that don't know what carding is, it's some heavy BH shit!! Basically you buy CC data and info and to explain it simplified you then use the CC data to buy as much shit online as possible before the owner or CC company finds out. One day just before Christmas he was showing me a live session. He had the CC data and info from a single mom and he emptied the card for €2500 one day before Christmas. Man.. even though I was desperate for money, I really couldn't do it and just passed on the offer. I started looking for other ways and ended on a hack forum on the normal internet which I'm sure a lot of you know. They IP blocked 3/4 of the world or something but it primarily exists of script kiddies and ewhoring nitwits but there I first read about the term CPA. Failing and Researching I started researching what CPA was and soon I found all these guru videos of which at the time I was such a noob and oblivious. Pretty much all of them made it look so easy but once I started doing it failed miserably and also got frustrated AF!! Right after I found BHW.,TBH I didn't even liked this forum in the beginning. Hated the colors and in one of my first posts I shared a organiser freeware tool and the first reply was something like "are you the developer that you share this" I was like, pfff whatever and almost left the forum. But then I discovered the white theme which made the forum easier on the eyes for me. ( exept when people start with all these light colors and white text!! Stop that shit!!) The past 3.5 years I have been non stop reading, learning, failing, trying out while dealing with addiction and depression which severly impacted my time and learning but getting the hang of it now. Where I'm at Now? Like everyone else, I failed miserable on tons of things but still managed to create some start up money with the bare minimum completely on my own. This is the thing with IM, especially when you have less knowledge and even fewer budget, it is going to take a lot of time!! And the whole point of telling you guys this long ass story, look how far I've came and from where and still I was able to create something. I will sum up a list of what I do on my own and I had to learn all on my own with no college education, a fat stack to start with and often in bad conditions: I learned how to design websites, for every website and SM profiles I create my own banners and logo's with the help of PS that I learned myself. I learned to do my own video editing I've learned to set up my own cloud servers to host my websites I fully understand CPA/AM and learned many methods on how to implement it I've learned SEO which helps me enough to get better ranking than the average Joe I've learned how to do KW research the right way I've become very proficient in growing SM accounts I've recently learned how to work with InDesign to create goodlooking eBooks Along the way I got better in HTML/CSS and linux I've grown quite some extensive knowledge about several tools, plugins, addons and themes And I'm sure I forgot some things but this thread is taking longer than expected and I'm dead tired. Seeing where I came from, with no college education, started with absolutely nothing and all the shit I went true all I have to say to you is this: If I can turn it around you sure as hell can!! So take some risks, take the plunge and don't give up if this is something you really want to succeed in! Are You Rich? Depends on how you look at it after all the shit I've been through, seeing many people die and looking at what I've overcome, yeah I'm quite rich. If we are talking moolah, not quite so much. After speaking to some people and reading some comments every now and then people think I'm loaded!! And even though in my second year I made a couple thousands I wasted it all on addiction and medical bills. As of now I'm far from rich, all my money and profits are invested in my projects. Every month I pay hundreds in server costs, tools and all it's subscriptions and after that I got enough to eat and pay all the other bills. If we talk over 6 months the situation will be a lof different because I already know several of my projects will pay off big time but for that I need to focus and work my ass off all day every day as that's what it takes Last Words So if you ever down, feel like giving up I hope this thread will motivate you to get back on track! IM is just hard and everyone started more or less with failures, frustration, tight budgets etc.That doesn't mean you can't make it. You just have to start small and work your way up! I will link all my threads I wrote especially for beginners and/or people that are stuck and hope it keeps motivating you to go on when you are about the give up. A couple beginner tips, low cost/free money making methods for beginners Some guidelines to increase your success. (based on my experiences) Why $100/day journeys/dreams are awesome and the $100k a month BS!(a more realistic view on life) [GUIDE PASSIVE INCOME] Earn $xxx A Day With Chaturbate (no money needed - easy to scale) Dropshipping advice, tips and tricks for people that are new or have failed(probably long ass read) [GUIDE] Tweak On My Passive Income Chaturbate Method (could even get you more $$$) If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Start taking action and work your ass off!! You have no more excuses!!! Off to bed now, I wish you guys all the best!