The school bell is going to ring any minute. I look around and see all my peers smiling as they anticipate the start of summer. It’s going to be another summer spent hanging with friends, going to parties, tanning at beaches, and playing ball hockey until the city lights come on. Just like last summer. Except I didn’t do none of those things last summer. I spent the summer picking blueberries. It was hell. I hated it. And now the cycle is going to repeat itself.
The bell rings. Kids fist pump one another and race out of class. I’m the last one to leave.
I walk home dragging my feet. Hoping to slow down time. It doesn’t work. The very next day I’m back on the bus. Rubbing shoulders with people in their 60’s and 70’s. And thus begins another summer from hell.
I hate summer vacation. I hate picking blueberries. I plead every morning to not go. Some days I fake an illness. Other days I fake allergies. I don’t have allergies. It doesn’t work. No matter what shenanigan I try to pull, it gets me nowhere but on the front row of the bus. The bus heading to the local farm.
I suck at picking blueberries. My hands aren’t made too move that fast. And it shows in the daily pay check I receive. I make $50 a day. And I pick blueberries for 12 hours a day. That’s $4 an hour. I don’t think it’s possible to suck any more than that.
I can’t do it anymore. I tell my grandma with tears in my eyes. She tells me to get another job or you’re going back to the farm. I’m too young for a real job. I know it. And my grandma does too. I go back to working on the farm.
The more days I spend working on the farm, the angrier I become. I need a way out. I’m desperate.
I think about all my options. I don’t have many.
I tell my grandma; “I’m going to start making money on the internet.” She looks at me weird. And sends me back to the farm.
Fuck this shit. I repeat to myself with every bucket of blueberries I fill. No matter how many I fill. It is never enough.
I spend the rest of the work day in the shade. Thinking and plotting. That very same night I stay up all night scheming and hustling. My plan is to make more than $50 so I won’t have to go back to the farm the next day. I make 25 cents that night. And needless to say, I spend the rest of my summer vacation picking blueberries.
I made only 25 cents during my first day on the web. But my obsession with making money on the internet continued to grow and grow. That night was the first domino that fell over. And it led to hundreds more collapsing.
Below is every single way I have ever made money on the internet. Some of the things may be outdated because I started when I was 12 years old. But other things you can start making money with immediately.
1. Paid Per Click
It’s raining outside. I love it when it rains because that means I don’t have to pick blueberries. It’s a day off.
I stay inside the house. Log onto my desktop computer and google the most stupidest things I’ve ever googled:
‘I’m 12 years old and I need to make money on the internet. What should I do?’
I stumble across a Yahoo Answers page. It tells me about this thing called Paid Per Click. I’ve never heard about this before.
It lists a bunch of websites that will pay me to view ads. It sounds simple enough. I decide to give it a shot.
I spend the new few hours clicking ads and viewing each one for 30 seconds. After I’m done, I move to the next one. And then the next one. This repeats itself until I’ve gone through all the ads. And that’s how I made my first amount of life changing money. In other words, that’s the story of how I made 25 cents. Ha.
I continue this for weeks. Each morning I view twenty to thirty ads. And I get paid about $2 a week. Enough for a slice of pizza. I couldn’t be more delighted.
I keep this up for months. I don’t miss a single day.
But then I stop getting paid. I check my balance. And I don’t see the money. It’s gone.
Turns out it was a fraudulent website. They took the little bit of money I had in my account. And ran off with it.
The next day the website is shut down and a FBI notice is put up in its place.
I decide to call it quits and kiss goodbye to my $2 weekly salary. And I move on…to my next venture.
2. Paid Surveys
I never told a lie. Until I started participating in paid surveys.
Paid surveys are just how they sound. You fill out a profile. If you qualify, you’re given a survey. You complete the survey and you make anywhere from $2-$5 per survey. At 12 years of age, making this amount of money sounded fantastic. Except it didn’t work. I didn’t qualify for any of the surveys.
I was 12. A minority. AND I WAS 12.
None of the big companies gave a hoot about what I had to say so I never qualified. It was a failed venture. Until…I discovered the art of lying.
I began to lie my way into qualifying for paid surveys. If the survey was conducted by Procter and Gamble and the product was baby related, I would lie and assume the role of a 30-year-old single mother of two. If the survey was being conducted by a menswear company, I would say abracadabra a few times and transform myself into a 35-year-old male in search of a new suit. It worked. I started to qualify. And I began making $10 a day.
You may not think this is big money. And it’s not.
But I was so young and naive, I seriously thought I was making more money than my mother and father combined. My logic? I had to be making more money than my parents because they never got to eat pizza. And with the money I was making, I could eat pizza every single day. And I did eat pizza every single day. It was great.
But then it became harder and harder to qualify for the surveys because so many people started doing them. And so I said fuck it. And kissed goodbye to my days spent assuming the role of a single mother of two.
For a few weeks. I didn’t know what to do. The money disappeared. I could no longer afford to buy pizza at school. And I really do love my pizza. So I had to discover a new method to make money. And I did.
3. Referral Sites
It wasn’t just the pizza that kept me motivated. I wanted to buy a PlayStation too. But I didn’t have the money. I couldn’t afford it. And my parents couldn’t either. My family of 6 was living with another family of 6 in a very small home. In other words, we were living the immigrants dream.
With no funds to buy a PlayStation. And no parents to turn to. I continued to dig deeper into the archives of the internet. My dad would constantly yell and scream because it would be my birthday or Christmas or New Years and I’d be sitting on the computer, all day long. I would even sneak out of my room in the middle of the night to access the computer. He always caught me. And yelled and yelled and yelled. I think he thought I was watching porn or something. I mean, I was…but not that much.
It was during one of these late night when I discovered referral sites such as Swagbucks.com and Lockerz.com
I was hooked. The idea was appealing and simple. Instead of using Google, I would use Swag Bucks and every now and then I would be rewarded for my searches with virtual currency called Swag Bucks. After I collected a certain amount, I redeemed it in exchange for video games and gift cards.
I got all my friends to join. And every time I got someone to sign up under me, I received a portion of the Swag Bucks they earned. Soon I had twenty to thirty kids under me…and I didn’t have to do a damn thing myself. The more they searched, the more swag bucks they earned for me. It was a win win.
I was sitting home doing nothing. And they were earning swag buck after swag buck for me. I would log onto my account every week, check my balance, and purchase a new video game with the funds they earned for me.
I was living the dream.
I kept this up for about six months to a year.
I received a free t-shirt in the mail after I referred my first twenty or thirty people to Lockerz. I still have it…and I wear it around the house every now and then because it reminds me of the good old days.
I continued the Swag Bucks and Lockerz hustle for about a year and some change. But then I got bored of it. I sold my account on a forum for a few hundred dollars. And called it quits.
It was time for something new.
4. Write Articles for Websites
After I gave up the referral sites hustle, I fell in love with writing. I wasn’t very good at expressing myself in person. I still suck. Just ask my girlfriend. But there was something about an empty Microsoft Word Doc open and my little fingers hovering over the keyboard. I felt like I could create anything. I was in control. And I love being in control.
I decided to start making money with my writing talents. Except I didn’t have any writing talents. I was one of those idiot kids who didn’t know the difference between THAN and THEN. Some days I still don’t. But that’s neither here nor there.
I submitted my work to a few websites. I think EZArticle.com was one of them. I’m not sure. I don’t even know if the websites I used are still alive and well. But it was something like that. I didn’t make much money from doing this. I made $50 total. I gave up. I put down the keyboard and stopped writing. It wasn’t for me. I wouldn’t pick up the laptop to write until years and years and years and years later.
5. Buy and Sell T-shirts
After I stopped writing, the money dried up. I was lost and confused. But I was still one stubborn kid.
I was tired of taking lunch to school only to feed it to the garbage can because I wanted to make it on my own. Not the lunch. But the money. I was out of it. I was so against getting a job that I would rather go hungry during school than get a job. It was the start of another year in high school. And I needed a new hustle. Desperately.
I stumbled across my new hustle by mistake. I didn’t start this venture to make money. I just wanted to look different than the kids I saw running around my neighborhood.
Everyone was wearing KAPPA and G-UNIT and PUMA clothing. And I was rocking Old Navy. You know the buy one get 17 free deal your mom loved to get? Yup. That’s the one.
The kids used to point fingers and poke fun because I’m pretty sure I had an Old Navy sweater in every color ever made. I couldn’t afford to buy the clothes they were wearing so I decided to use the little bit of money I had left over from my writing hustle to create my own t-shirt.
I found some shady website on the 19th page of Google. Designed a t-shirt. And ordered it.
I wore it around the neighborhood for like a week straight. It was the talk of my neighborhood. Not because it was cool or anything. Far from it. It was a piece of shit. It was the talk of the town because I was finally wearing something other than Old Navy.
I liked the reception it received. I decided to make another t-shirt. I printed some rap lyrics onto the t-shirt and I ordered myself one. Once again, I wore it around the neighborhood. The kids started to like it. Soon they wanted one too. It was a local hit.
I told everyone to go home and get money from their parents. And then I would buy the t-shirts for them. I told them “I knew a guy.” Except there was no guy. I was too shy to tell them I was the one making the t-shirts. I thought if they knew the truth they wouldn’t buy from me. So I lied and charged them double the amount of money it cost to make.
The next day, they gave me their money. And I used my dads credit card to order ten t-shirts. I made a nice little profit. The most I had ever made.
This continued for a little bit. I designed more t-shirts and hats and sweatpants and everything you can imagine. I sold it all. I made a killing for a fourteen year old. But soon the parents stopped giving their kids money to buy new t-shirts and hats. And that meant I was out of business. I closed up shop and gave up…once again.
6. Create and Run Social Media Pages for Musicians
I gave up making rap t-shirts and fell in love with the music instead. It was all I would listen to. Every single moment of the day. I would be blasting Tupac or 50 cent or Eminem. I couldn’t get enough. My friends couldn’t either. I wanted to be a part of the music industry so badly. And so I decided to create a record label with no money. It was called Sky High Entertainment. But there were two problems. 1. I was 15 and 2. I didn’t know the first thing about running a record label.
But I didn’t care. I started it anyways.
It didn’t end up being a record label at all. It more so turned into a social media agency. I would visit underground rap websites with unsigned artists. And I would check out their tunes. The ones I liked…I would send a personal message to. I would bluff and act like I was older than I really was. And it worked.
I met musician after musician and I convinced each one to roll with me and my label. I bluffed a lot. I’m not going to lie.
They probably thought I was a major figure in the music world. But I wasn’t. I was just a kid who still wasn’t old enough to drive. I didn’t tell them that of course.
Instead, I talked business with them. After a few emails back and forth. I drafted up a contract on Microsoft Word and used my dads fax machine to send it to all the artists I was interested in.
It was the worst contract ever. It was a bunch of legal jargon that basically said I pay the artist nothing, they sign to my label, and in return I get rights to all of their music. No one signed the contract. But one person did. And he became my first artist. I would manage him. We developed a very strong relationship.
Then his mom hacked into his email one day and read the contract. And she threatened to sue me if I didn’t release her son from the contract. I got scared shitless and let him go. He was devastated. And ran away from home. I never heard from him again.
I felt like a failure.
My so called “record label” was a complete flop. But music was still a huge passion of mine. And I still wanted to do something in the music industry. So this urge led to my next venture…
I started managing the social media accounts of up and coming rappers.
This was during the early days of social media so I was at the perfect place at the perfect time. Except I didn’t know a thing about social media. So I read book after book. And I got my knowledge up. Then I started getting paid to run their pages. I posted their music, generated exposure, and got them new followers.
It was easy work. And I was enjoying it immensely.
Then I got into contact over email with an artist based out of New Orleans. He was my favorite out of all the artists I worked with. He was the only one who knew I was 15 years old. But he didn’t care. He was impressed with my work. And he paid me $500 every month. We would talk business for days on end. He had a core following of people who loved his music. He was a local celebrity in New Orleans. And I thought he was going to blow up and take the rap game by storm.
But he didn’t. Worst, he stopped sending me emails. He stopped sending the money he owed me.
Weeks went by. I didn’t hear a thing. I sent emails.
Months went by. Then more months. And I sent more emails. I didn’t hear a single word.
Then I finally got an update from his sister. And she was blunt with it. Very blunt.
She sent me a link to a newspaper article.
I read it. My jaw dropped.
On the front page was a picture of the artist. And he had been convicted of first degree murder.
I closed the tab. And with it, I shut down my social media business.
I took a break from the online world for a year or so. And I decided to focus on school. It didn’t work out too well. After I saw my report card and looked at the C’s and C-‘s, I decided to neglect school once again. And I jumped back online. I didn’t know what to do. I started reading books. And then I started reading articles. And then I started reading blogs.
I stumbled across blogs such as Entrepreneurs Journey and John Chow.
I was impressed by the latter. This John Chow character was located just minutes away from my home. And he was making six figures with something called a blog. I had no idea what the hell a blog was. But I wanted to make six figures too so I googled it. Found out what it meant. And then the next day, I created my own blog on BlogSpot.com
But it was shit.
It sucked. It sucked really bad. No one read it.
I posted inspirational content and inspirational videos alongside success tips from celebrities. I didn’t write any content. I just collected content from around the web and posted it on my blog.
It was nothing spectacular. Not worth anyone’s time, but some people eventually found it. And I generated a very small following. I created a google adsense account and put up ads on the blog. I started making roughly $100 a month. A far cry from the money I was used to making. But it was a start.
And I was content with the little bit of money I was making via google adsense…but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Not the money. But me being content with the money.
8. Affiliate Marketing
I was right.
It didn’t last long at all. A month later I was fed up with posting every single day, but only making a meager $100 a month. It sucked. You needed serious traffic in order to make good money with google adsense. And at the time, I didn’t have a lot of traffic. So I gave up the pursuit of making money via ads. And I started researching how to monetize blogs. And that’s when I discovered affiliate marketing.
Affiliate marketing led to my first windfall of real money.
Affiliate marketing is when you sell someone else’s products and in exchange you make a commission. I created an email list. I found some products to promote on commissionjunction.com and click bank and I started writing reviews for products. And in the bottom I included affiliate links. Some people bought. Most didn’t. But the products were very high end. That’s code for expensive and I was making 75% commission on each product I sold…so I was clearing thousands of dollars each month.
I was quite happy and fulfilled. But there was still my shitty old blog. I needed to do something with that.
I scrapped the blog I had on blogspot.com
And I decided to go legit. I bought a domain and some hosting and called the new blog WHAT’S THE POINT OF LIVING AVERAGE?
The blog you know and visit today. I was in grade 11. I did it because it would help me get into a good university.
I started writing everyday. I wrote one article a day for two years straight. I think. I don’t know. It was something crazy. And most of the articles sucked. I still didn’t know the difference between THAN and THEN. You’d think I would have googled it by now, but nope. I was a stubborn little kid.
No one read my blog. I continued writing because I enjoyed it. I stopped looking at the stats. I just put my head down and kept writing. I never marketed it. Soon people started finding it on their own and began sharing it and then it started blowing up. There were months when I was getting 100,000 views. And I couldn’t have been happier.
This continued on an on for some years. A lot of money making opportunities came out of this blog such as speaking gigs and contingent book deals. But that didn’t happen till years later.
For the longest time I made money from by blog simply through advertisements. I had paid sponsors as well various advertisement networks feeding me ads to run. And I was making a decent amount of change. I was also still exploiting affiliate marketing, selling anything and everything I could get my hands on. I was making decent money.
But I wanted to make more. A lot more.
In order to do so, I had to grow my blog.
And I did. But my attempt at growing my blog, accidentally ended up making me a whole bunch of unexpected money. And it also got me in a little bit of trouble. It wasn’t my intention. But it happened.
It all happened on this thing called YouTube.
I needed more readers so I created a YouTube channel called WTPOLA.
I began uploading videos of myself. But no one would watch because well I don’t know how to act in front of the camera. I look like a doofus. I grew frustrated and tired. And then I came up with an idea.
No one wanted to watch me. But I knew what people wanted to watch. People wanted to watch their favourite celebrities. It was a hunch. I was proven to be correct.
I started creating inspirational videos revolving around people’s favorite celebrities and I would post them on YouTube.
It was a risk. It was copyrighted content and I was just rehashing it.
The first one I made was about J.Cole and it blew up. Then I made more and more and more. Some blew up. Others not so much. Then I made one about P.Diddy and he somehow ended up seeing it. And he tweeted out the link. And my channel blew up like crazy. But not only my channel. My blog blew up with traffic as well because I was marketing my blog through my youtube videos. It was very clever. One of the only clever moves I’ve made in my life.
In addition to the traffic, I was also getting paid a decent amount of money from YouTube as well because majority of my videos were generating a nice amount of traffic. And then one day, it all stopped.
I got banned in Germany. Then I got banned in Sweden. Then I got banned in Singapore. Then I kept getting banned and banned and banned.
(My YouTube channel is still up, but it only has a fraction of the videos and views it once had. You can find it here: WTPOLA)
Someone filed a copyright notice. Blah. Blah. Blah. I got another cease and desist letter in the mail.
YouTube stopped paying me. I stopped making videos.
And well that was the end of that hustle.
Below are the screenshots of the videos and the notices informing me my videos had been blocked in select countries.
But it was fun while it lasted. It did what I intended it to do. I not only made money, but more importantly I grew my fan base for my blog. Some of you probably don’t remember, but that’s how you actually found my blog in the first place. You watched one of my “Inspiring Words From” videos.
After I stopped making videos for YouTube, I took a little hiatus and stopped updating my blog. I needed a breather. I needed time to think out my next move.
I get bored and comfortable when money starts coming in. That’s one of my major weaknesses.
This time was no exception.
During this stage of my life, I started neglecting things that worked for me. I tweaked around with the settings of my blog and I deleted my archives. You couldn’t access them anymore. You could. But it was harder. And as a result that took away majority of the traffic I was receiving from google. I went from getting 100,000’s of views per month to barely scratching 30,000 a month. And it all happened overnight.
The next day I checked my account balances and I was making shit compared to what I had been making. I wanted to roll up in a little ball and cry. Maybe I did roll up in a ball and cry. Who knows? Ha.
But I couldn’t make money via ads anymore because I had lost all of my traffic so I had to find new ways to make it happen. And luckily I did…because getting a job was totally out of the question for me. Like I said. Stubborn little kid.
The first thing I did was create a product launch.
11. Product Launches
I partnered with a reader from my blog and we created a product launch together. He supplied the email list. I supplied the product. I wrote it in a few days. It was some good stuff. We launched it. A week later we made $10,000. I was amazed. I decided to create my own product launch for WTPOLA. I didn’t have an email list at the time. A big mistake. I created one. I built it up. And then I wrote an e-book and priced it for $10. Some of you may remember this. I sold only 100-200 copies or so but I made a decent amount of money. I invested only $5 into the e-book and a few days of work. And I came out the other side with a few thousand dollars. A good return.
Of course I blew all the money on dumb shit, but that’s just because I’m an idiot.
The point here is if you know a lot about something, create a product for it, find the right audience, and sell it. This is the best ways to build up passive income because you create the product once and you get paid for it over and over and over again. Create digital products. They’re easier to manage. You don’t have to worry about shipping and processing and none of that shit.
Build an audience. Create a killer product that actually helps people. Sell it.
Rinse. And. Repeat.
I haven’t done the repeat part of the equation because I’m a lazy son of a bitch. But maybe I will create something else again. Maybe I won’t. Who knows.
12. Consulting Small Businesses
After my product launch days, I started to get really pissed off with all the bullshit self help gurus. I didn’t want to be one of them. And plus I grew tired of the internet. I grew tired of sitting behind a computer for 12 hours a day. I started experiencing leg pain and back pain. I was 20.
I decided to take another break from the online world. And I decided to consult small businesses. I wanted to help them grow their online presence. Except there was one problem. No one knew who the fuck I was. And no one would hire me.
I didn’t blame them. I don’t really look like a consultant nor do I act like one. My ears are a little too big and I laugh at my own jokes a little too much. I get it.
So I took another road to getting business. I picked a few local businesses in town. One was a martial arts company. Another was a small accounting firm. And I came up with ten ideas that would help them make more money. I brainstormed and brainstormed and brainstormed. And then I sent them an email with my ideas.
They replied. Scheduled a meeting with me. And we got to talking and talking and talking.
They were grateful for the ideas. But there was one problem. They didn’t know how to execute the ideas because they didn’t know much about the online world. They needed my help. And I knew they would. This was my plan from the jump. I wanted them to need me, not the other way around.
Then I told them, I’ll do x, y, and z for you in exchange for $xxxx a month.
They agreed. I had my first two clients. And this continued and I got a few more clients and this is how I paid my way through university.
I stopped consulting shortly thereafter. I didn’t find it enjoyable. The money was nice, but it was a fucking hassle.
If you choose to go down this road, follow the method below:
1. Pick out small businesses in need of your expertise
2. Send your 10 best ideas to them for free
3. Repeat the above until someone meets with you and hires you to execute the ideas you sent them
Congratulations. You can add consultant to your resume now.
After my consulting days, I just sat back and didn’t do much to be honest.
I just watched movies and went to parties. Got super drunk. Woke up and did it again. This continued on and on and on again.
I was still making money through my blog. In fact my blog was picking up speed once again. But I wasn’t content with the amount of money I was making. I needed more. The nonstop partying had put a dent in my bank account.
I decided to give Craigslist a shot.
I always wanted to make money via Craigslist. But I didn’t know how. I struggled over and over again. But after months and months of experimenting, I made a decent amount of change. I made a little shy of $700 in one day. And I’m continuing to make a pretty decent amount to this day.
This is the game plan. Follow it if you want but don’t sue me if it doesn’t work:
1. Visit www.banggood.com (I promise it’s not a porn site).
2. Take every single product you can find and put it up on craigslist at 100% markup.
3. Wait for the emails.
4. Once the emails come in and people are interested in the product you have up for sale, negotiate a price, and arrange a time and place to meet them.
5. Order the product from banggood
6. Receive the product
7. Meet up with the person and sell it and collect your money
8. Repeat as many times as you want
I’m still doing the above to this day. Last week I sold clocks and hiking backpacks and made a three hundredish in an hour or so.
You should get on it as well. If you want.
14. Amazon Self Publishing
I had three strong hustles going for myself during this point in my life. I was making money via affiliate marketing, advertisements, and through Craigslist.
I decided to add another source of income. Amazon self publishing. But I failed. No one bought my shit. I created brief e-books and uploaded them onto Amazon’s self publishing website and priced them for 99 cents. And not a single buyer. I guess my marketing wasn’t good enough. Point taken.
But this is another way to rake in dough if you like.
Write small e-books and upload them to Amazon’s self publishing website.
There’s a lot of people making $40,000 a month doing this. But I didn’t make a single penny, but that’s because I’m a degenerate. I’m sure you can do better. I don’t know much about this so I’m going to stop talking about it now.
I knew I eventually wanted to get into e-commerce, but first I wanted to just get the tips of my toes wet because I’m a pussy.
I was scared to go to the post office. I was scared I was going to send something to someone and they weren’t going to get it. And then they would bitch and moan and cry and shit talk me…so I decided to avoid the post office. I went the drop shipping way instead. This is a method I’m still experimenting with. I made some money with it but I’m still at the early stages.
The business model is fairly simple. It’s like the craigslist model I talked about earlier except this time you reach more than just your community. You reach the world.
Here’s how to do this:
1. Go to amazon and look at the best sellers list. Find a product you want to sell that doesn’t have that much competition.
2. Find wholesalers who will produce the product for you and will drop ship it (check out aliexpress to start or alibaba and google google google. It takes awhile to find. Hang in there and dig deep)
3. Negotiate a price with your wholesaler and set up a dropshipping account
4. Upload images of your product to Amazon, Ebay, Etsy etc.
5. Market it
6. When you receive an order, alert your wholesaler. And the wholesaler will send the product to your customer.
There is relatively no risk for you. You never touch the product yourself. And you never place an order until you receive an order from a customer. This is the beauty. And anyone can do this.
So do it.
Because I’m done with all of the methods listed above. And now it’s your turn to make money with them.
I hope it’s been of aid. I know it’s hard and daunting and scary. But don’t overcomplicate things. It can be as simple as you make it.
I wish you all the best.
As far as me…
What’s next for me?
They always told me you either work for someone else or you create your own business. But I didn’t do neither of those things. I didn’t create a single business with any of the things listed above. I was just a kid on a mission willing to do whatever it took to make a little change. I wasn’t working for someone else nor was I running my own business. I was a one-man army. You don’t have to be an entrepreneur or a business owner to make money on the internet. You can be anybody and rake it in.
I had a lot of fun. I made ok money. Was everything I did 100% ethical? Maybe not. You be the judge.
But that part of my life is over. I was just on a mission to do do do. And I did. I stepped on a few toes. Got into some trouble. And adapted when I needed to adapt.
It was a crazy ride. The last decade has been a very interesting journey. I started making money on the internet when I was 12. And now I’m 22.
Times are changing. And its time for me to get serious. And do it right.
It’s time for something bigger. It’s time to take the leap and enter the next stage of my life.
It’s time to go after it all.
In other words…
It’s time for me to build companies.
Thanks for reading.