In the fall of 2003 I was pretty lost. I had just been spit on by my recent ex-girlfriend—an emotionally unstable, 10-year-my-senior, ex-stripper with an adolescent child—having finally broken up with her after 5 unsuccessful tries. I was calling myself an actor and model, but would go on a casting or audition once a month at best. I was trying personal training to make money, but that didn’t seem to be going anywhere either; I hated the work environment and didn’t feel like I was helping anyone get fit. Everything I did seemed to turn to shit.
My main pastimes at this point were walking around Chinatown looking for interesting food and hanging out on the steps of Union Square. I was doing the latter activity one day when an acquaintance named Rob walked by. Rob was a perpetually tan, shaved-head Texan who seemed to dress exclusively in clothes from Barney’s Co-op—clothes that were meant to look downtown cool, but you knew cost $1200. Though I thought his taste in clothes garish, I liked Rob. He had a cool, slow southern demeanor. He always seemed to be doing things like Muay Thai boxing and feeding starving children in Africa. I thought, “Maybe Rob knows what I should do with my life.”
I asked Rob and he said I needed to go to Dallas. I’d never been there, so I listened on. He said that all of the results in his life came out of workshops run by an organization called Millennium 3 Education. He claimed the workshops would get me in touch with the roadblocks in my life, of which I had many. I don’t recall him telling me anything specific about what would happen in the workshop other than an assurance that it would change my life. I said I’d think about it. Continue reading