Drowning on a yacht.

There's nothing about a venue owner that screams "HI I'M A COMPLETE INCOMPETENT" more than offering your band a sweet, sweet business opportunity.

That "sweet opportunity," of course, is doublespeak for getting you to buy into Quixtar.
For those who don't know, Quixtar is a massive pyramid scheme by which 2 to 3 people make millions while the rest pick lint out of their bellybuttons. Across the country, mass gatherings are held while "multimillionaires" discuss how fantastic their new boat is, how much $1 million in pennies weighs, and, above all, how horrible it is to be poor.

I can think of a million things worse than being poor. Oh, say... stuff like being a vapid, egotistical predator that preys upon peoples' insecurities. Yeah, that's worse.
Morality is worth its weight in gold, and people are forgetting all too quickly. I'm not talking the Bible-thumping, "thou shalt not lay with another man" morality. I'm talking common respect, decency and benevolence towards the other 6 billion people on the planet. For a culture that emphasizes the golden rule as common, universal law, the line certainly becomes hazy when money is involved.

I will "make it," but I will do it on my own terms. I will be able to rest at night knowing that whatever has been done can still be undone. I will open doors with ambition instead of smiles.
(Should I read this to re-convince myself every day?)