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    Final Spin: A Novel
    Final Spin: A Novel
    Final Spin: A Novel
    Ebook176 pages1 hour

    Final Spin: A Novel

    By Jocko Willink

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    • Friendship

    • Crime

    • Family

    • Fear

    • Desperation

    • Loyal Friend

    • Mentorship

    • Police Procedural

    • On the Run

    • Power of Friendship

    • Sacrifice

    • Underdog

    • Personal Transformation

    • Manhunt

    • Reluctant Criminal

    • Survival

    • Loyalty

    • Robbery

    • Personal Growth

    • Death

    About this ebook

    THE NATIONAL BESTSELLER

    #1 New York Times bestselling author Jocko Willink’s fast-paced thriller Final Spin: a story of love, brotherhood, suffering, happiness, and sacrifice.

    A story about life.

    Johnny…

    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end job.
    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end bar.
    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end life.

    But he is.

    It’s a hamster wheel existence. Stocking warehouse store shelves by day, drinking too much whiskey and beer by night. In between, Johnny lives in his childhood home, making sure his alcoholic mother hasn’t drunk herself to death, and looking after his idiosyncratic older brother Arty, whose world revolves around his laundromat job.

    Rinse and repeat.

    Then Johnny’s monotonous life takes a tumble. The laundromat where Arty works, and the one thing that gives him happiness, is about to be sold. Johnny doesn't want that to happen, so he takes measures into his own hands. Johnny, along with his friend, Goat, come up with a plan to get the money to buy the laundromat.

    But things don’t always go as planned…

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateNov 9, 2021
    ISBN9781250276865
    Author

    Jocko Willink

    Jocko Willink was a Navy SEAL for twenty years, rising through the ranks to become the commander of Task Unit Bruiser – the most decorated Special Operations Unit of the Iraq War. After retiring, Jocko continued on the disciplined path of success, co-founding Echelon Front, a multi-million-dollar leadership and management consulting company, writing the New York Times bestsellers Extreme Ownership and Discipline Equals Freedom and the children’s book Way of the Warrior Kid, and creating one of the top-ranking podcasts, Jocko Podcast.

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    • 3/5
      Final Spin sort of reads like the assignments you were given in elementary school where the questions talk about a pizza party with an uneven number of slices, and the tension is figuring out how to divide it fairly amongst everybody. It's, in a word, inconsequential, and I don't have much of an opinion on it at all. Based on the idea of the book, I suppose I was expecting a little bit more of an inspiring piece about how anybody can do anything if they set their minds to it, but given what ends up happening, I didn't exactly find it inspiring or motivating to take risks in life. Actually, quite the opposite, and given Jocko's reputation as a go-getter, that surprised me.

      The essential positive is the book is a quick read. The structure of the writing is bizarre, the font is difficult to look at, and the story and characters are highly unlikely. I'm aware that Jocko is an accomplished non-fiction author, and this is his first fiction novel, but it felt kind of amateurish and I don't think I grasped the point as it was advertised to me. I'll say it's decent for a quick day read.

      Thanks to Jocko Willink and St. Martin's Press for the advanced review copy in exchange for an honest review.
    • 3/5
      Two young guys Johnny and Goat hate their dead-end jobs and figure that’s all to life until they decide to rob the place they work at to help save the laundromat that Johnny’s brother Arty works at. The laundromat is all Arty know as that’s all he does and is very good at. He is also I believe autistic and depends on Johnny since their mother is a drunk (mentioned). It is a quick read that doesn’t really develop the characters and the plot easy to figure out. It could have been more but entertaining.

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    Final Spin - Jocko Willink

    1

    How did I end up here? I’m smart. I’m funny. I look pretty damn handsome if I do say so myself.

    But here I am.

    Nowhere.

    And it seems this is where I will always be: nowhere.

    Bedroom.

    It is not an apartment, but it looks

    like one.

    Cheap furniture.

    Well-used carpet.

    Not clean, but not

    dirty.

    The bedroom is not unique in its wares. Bed. Desk. Chair. Dresser. Small bedside table with lamp. Overhead light. Janky ceiling fan, spinning at a low speed.

    Then there is the décor. Pictures hung neatly on the walls. They are strange. Or at least indicate a strangeness that is hard to interpret. Harmless, but different.

    Johnny walks in.

    Twentysomething.

    Leaning toward twenty.

    Pretty damn handsome for an unkempt young man who stays up too late and eats the wrong foods and drinks more beer and whiskey than he should.

    He looks at his brother.

    Johnny is frustrated.

    He tries to remain restrained,

    but it can be hard after all

    these years.

    What the hell, Cleaner? Man, I told you about these shirts. Arty looks distraught. Johnny sees. Johnny cannot stay frustrated. After all, this is Arty, his brother. And no one could really be mad at Arty.

    What? Is it not clean? Arty replies, earnestly concerned, wondering if he has somehow failed his brother.

    No, Arty. It isn’t that it’s not clean. It’s clean. But it’s just a T-shirt…

    I know, Arty cuts in. It’s a hundred-percent cotton T-shirt. I used a warm-warm cycle. It shouldn’t have shrunk at all. I’m always careful about that.

    It’s not shrunk, Arty. That’s not it. It’s … just … never mind. Forget it.

    Forget what, Johnny? What’s wrong? This is killing Arty. The one thing he was supposed to be good at. And it seems like he messed it up.

    Arty, Johnny replies as kindly as he can, it’s just that … it’s a T-shirt. You don’t press T-shirts. You don’t put starch in T-shirts, buddy.

    But the creases are sharp, aren’t they? Arty replies, wondering what on earth the problem could be.

    The creases are sharp, Johnny concedes, but that’s not the point. You don’t put military creases in T-shirts. I’ve told you this before, Arty.

    But why? Cotton holds the starch really well.

    Johnny starts to get frustrated again. He’s been down this road before.

    Many, many times.

    Look, Cleaner, I know that. You always tell me that. And I always tell you: You just don’t starch and press T-shirts because … because you just don’t do it.

    Mom likes hers pressed.

    Johnny lets out a sigh.

    Arty realizes he’s gone too far.

    Listen, Arty, I get it. But I’m not Mom. And I don’t want my T-shirts to be starched and pressed. It’s a Black Sabbath T-shirt! I just wear it out with a pair of jeans, okay? Can you just give them a simple wash and dry from now on? Please?

    Low heat, tumble dry? Arty asks, wanting to get a good procedure locked down.

    Johnny smiles. Yeah, Arty. I think that would be perfect. Thanks, bud.

    I can do it now, Arty offers.

    I have to go.

    Okay. It won’t happen again, Johnny.

    Thanks, Arty, Johnny says with a gentle smile.

    And Johnny? Arty asks.

    What?

    I’m sorry.

    It’s okay, bud. It’s okay.

    Johnny feels a little bad as Arty walks away.

    They are brothers—they even look a little alike—it isn’t too much of a stretch to see the similar genes. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Pronounced eyebrows. But that is where the similarities end.

    After all, Arty is: different.

    A little pudgy.

    Glasses.

    It is possible to tell from looking at his face that something isn’t quite right. There are medical names that could be assigned, but most of those wouldn’t quite hit the mark. He is older than Johnny by six years. But his peculiarities keep him living at home.

    Johnny, on the other hand, doesn’t have an excuse to still be living at home—other than Arty and his mom. They both need him around.

    That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

    Johnny’s bedroom is the same room he has always had. Mattress on the floor. No box spring. No bed frame. Posters of rock bands on the wall from when he was younger. Black Sabbath. Motörhead. Led Zeppelin. AC/DC. Some muscle cars too. He hadn’t bothered to take them down as he outgrew them. He also hadn’t bothered to clean his room very often. Clothes, remnants of food, and beer cans on the floor.

    This is all a stark contrast to Arty’s room: clinically clean with the bed tightly made.

    And then there are the walls of Arty’s room and their curious décor. The walls neatly display pictures of clothes, washing machines, and dryers. There are brochures about various lines of laundry equipment on his little desk. Some of the more colorful ones are also hanging on the wall. There are also coupons for laundry detergents, fabric softeners, and stain removal products on the desk in an envelope.

    The source of his nickname, Cleaner, is no mystery at all.

    Arty likes to clean.

    Laundry, to be exact.

    2

    This is it, I guess.

    This is as good as it is going to get.

    Where did I go wrong?

    Where was the misstep?

    Was it one? Or was it many? A thousand little errors landing me here.

    Landing me nowhere. Nowhere but here.

    Nice shirt, man, Goat says with a smile as he sees Johnny’s starched Black Sabbath T-shirt, its military creases running from each shoulder down to the waist.

    Up yours, Johnny replies.

    That cotton really holds the crease, doesn’t it?

    Yeah it does, Johnny says.

    You couldn’t iron them out or anything?

    I tried, but damn. He uses an industrial press. And he looks at me like I’m ripping his heart out. What can I say? My brother is crazy.

    Yeah, but that son-of-a-bitch can iron some shirts, can’t he?

    He sure as hell can. You want another one?

    What time do we have to be at work? Goat asked.

    Not until ten thirty.

    Sheeeit. Let’s do this.

    Two more, Lucy, Johnny says to the barmaid.

    BB’s Bar.

    Dingy working-class watering hole.

    Cheap vinyl seats.

    Even cheaper drinks.

    Goat is about the same age as Johnny, though he looks a little younger. His dark skin has an almost childlike texture. His black hair looks as if it is always organized, regardless of what he has been doing. His eyes are dark and deep. He is handsome. He too has that look about him that says he shouldn’t be here.

    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end job.

    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end bar.

    Shouldn’t be in a dead-end life.

    But he is.

    Arty enters the bar.

    He is not comfortable in this place.

    Dirty. Dark. Bad smells.

    He tries to think of other things that smell good:

    Fabric softener.

    Lemon detergent.

    A clean load

    of linens.

    But this place does not smell those ways.

    It smells other ways.

    Beer.

    Smoke.

    Grease.

    Arty sees Johnny and Goat and makes his way over to them.

    What’s up, Arty? Johnny asks.

    Hi, Johnny. Hi, Goat, Arty responds.

    How’s it going, Cleaner? Goat asks.

    Good. Fine. I mean good, Arty says

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