The Intro
Ten bands... Fitty bands... Hunnid bands... Fuck it man... This song takes me back to 2015, cruising down I-476 near Philadelphia on my way home from yet another winning poker session. Life was good. I was twenty-four years old, rolling with my windows down, music blaring, and twenty grand in cash in a backpack on the passenger seat. I had just founded my first startup in esports. Between the business and poker and my blind confidence, you couldn't tell me I wasn't about to be twenty-five sitting on twenty-five mil. I don't recall the exact lyrics after "Fuck it man..." but it didn't matter. I always replaced them with my own while rapping along. I don't flaunt this shit in public man... Nope. Not ya boy. I've always been private and introverted. I rarely post to social media. I never had more than a couple hundred friends on Facebook, and permanently deleted the account (college pictures and memories be damned!) years before it became popu