Now, anyone who's been riveted by my ongoing Royston Notes version of the Wealthy Barber may wonder why I am choosing to have an intermission now, only two chapters in.
"Hurry up, I want to get rich!" I can hear you yell, some of you poised with a calculator and bank statement handy, waiting for me to distill the pearls of wisdom from this best-seller so you don't have to read it yourselves.
Slow down cowboys. Truthfully, Chapter 3 is boring as shit. It's about insurance and even I have to admit that trying to make any talk about insurance interesting is painfully hard. I've been trying to think of what to say in an entertaining way but uggg.. insurance. It's evil, like fake sugar evil. Sure, the argument can be made that, like cops, you will want it when you need it. Until then it just feels like you may as well burn your money that could be better spent investing. At least that's how I feel. I can guarantee I spent more on car insurance over my life than any amount I have had to pay out due to the accidents I have had.
