A compilation of the first humorous and satiric posts on the blog Empty Glass Full, written by John Nicholas Datesh. Topical commentary so you should download the book immediately or before the end of the current news cycle, whichever comes first.
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He had what every lawyer needs: the killer instinct He was the hottest new item in the legal profession: America’s first media attorney; the lawyer who bullied his way into Washington and got his face on every TV in the nation; the restless, ruthless ferret of a man who wheeled and dealed his way into the chandeliered sanctums of Palm Beach and the cushioned backseats of limousines. The silver-tongued advocate who would have the daily headlines no matter what the price. Suicides and broken hearts meant nothing to a man so insatiable for fame and power. J. T. Wright wanted it all . . . and God help the people who stood in his way.
As the RPG (rocket-propelled grenade) came flying toward my side of the helicopter, my life literally flashed before my eyes. It was pitch-black outside, so the helo crew was flying on NODs (night observation devices). The crew was short a door-gunner, so I filled in on the starboard door gun. Through my NODs, I could see the RPG round sailing toward us. It came at us so fast; I didn't have time to call it out. We were conducting a routine drop off and pick up of personnel and had just taken off from the helipad. The downward thrust from the rotors must have caught the stabilizer fins on the rocket and caused it to change direction slightly. The rocket sailed under us, missing the helicopter skids by just a few feet. I feel as though God held His protective hands around us that night. During the return flight back to base, I thought about all the times I'd had close brushes with death but God protected me. I wonder if a person gets only a certain number of those protections before they run out. I wonder if the number is different for each person. I wonder what my number is.
An insider's guide to debt recovery featuring the ASAP Protocol; a 3-step process to help you 1. properly assess your situation, 2. review your options and 3. create a plan with the support you need to succeed. Includes helpful case histories, professional tools, insights and personal guidance from debt-recovery coach John Nicholas.
9:41 and Other Stories is a collection of writings, short stories and a dab of poetry, written at the very beginning of John Iannuzzi’s writing career. From his very first steps into the world of fiction, his experimenting in various genres and writing styles, this anthology allows a fascinating glimpse into the actual step-by-step development of a writer in progress.
A chessboard of violence On one side was the most powerful Sicilian family in New York, with an interest in every form of illegal moneymaking in the metropolis. On the other side was a ruthless and determined black organization intent on carving out its own underworld empire. And the key piece of the gigantic game of murder and double cross being played out throughout the city was the Don himself, Sal Angeletti, his life hanging by a thread over a churning sea of blood.
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