There are infinite ways to make a fuckload of money
I'm always slightly scared that I'm not good enough to make a ton of money. That being able to accrue assets is this secret magical spell that some are gifted with at birth, and instead of being blessed by the money fairy, some crusty old sea hag with fake teeth danced around my cradle feebly while talking to herself.
But I've been fortunate enough to have met a bunch of successful entrepreneurs since moving to Austin, and I'm pretty sure at least a few of them got hit over the head by the same creepy hag but they're making fuck-you money anyway.
The past few weeks, I've spent many hours chatting business ideas over beers, and holy shit. There are almost infinite ways to make great money in this day and age. And once I start to understand how these people think, the possibilities all start to bloom in my head in this dizzying and wondrous landscape that goes on forever.
We are SO FUCKING LUCKY, the world ours, we just have to grab it!