He had good grades in college. Wasn't just one of those
book smart
kids, but actually had a decent head. Decent, but not great. He knew he wasn't the type to be able to start his own business and get rich. So he graduated and got a job.
At his job he pretended to work and scrolled through the
Church of Twitter
all day, where he learned that only stupid people worked jobs. So he quit immediately and started a business. One day he was at the park staring out into space trying to come up with ideas for a product when he ran into an old friend from college. What are you doing these days? the question came. I've started my own business! His friend smiled and told him that he always knew he was smart. Good on him.
He went home and the repo men were there taking his stuff away. Landlords kicking you out, one said. Well where the hell am I supposed to sleep? he asked. The repoman shrugged and said, beats me, then squatted down to pick up one end of a sofa.
So he slept at the
coworking space
, and continued scrolling through
Twitter
. If only he could get a good idea then he could execute on them and then he would be making recurring revenue and then invest it into
crypto
. Then people would ask him to be on their
podcasts
and they'd ask him how he was so productive and he would tell them his favorite
self-help
books and Twitter threads.
This imagination warmed him up and made him fuzzy inside. He then heard a loud crashing noise. There was a break in happening. He suddenly got very scared, and he should be because the person breaking in had a
gun
.
Why the hell are you sleeping here? the man asked.
Why are you breaking in? he asked.
The intruder shrugged and then pointed the gun at him and shot.
He looked down at his blood stained shirt, then up to the
paramedic
, who was on his phone.
Am I going to make it? he asked.
Probably not, the paramedic said with a frown, before turning back to his phone. A second later he was giggling.
He asked the paramedic what he was doing on his phone.
I'm investing into crypto. You should do that... oh nevermind. The paramedic frowned at him. Then he went back to his phone, tapping with his finger.
The lights started to fade. He thought about what his life had amounted to. And then he died with Naval's voice whispering through the darkness. "get rich without getting lucky"
Where did he went wrong? Maybe he wasn't meant to be an entrepreneur. The path to succees is dangerous. He tried, he failed and didn't get a second chance. Maybe he should have just kept his job.
