La Famiglia

One by one us kids are coming home for Christmas, which means I’ll be less busy but a lot more will get done as I bounce ideas off my siblings (we’re one big family of entrepreneurs).

11:44 am: Spent some more time on Tinder (getting real tired of this, might just forget about women while I’m back home and focus on family and business). Testosterone is a blessing if you have the will to use it right — working out, working hard, and being creative — or a curse if you’re weak — chasing women and wasting money.

1:49 am: Went to a family Christmas party, and had a great time socializing with old family friends. Good wine, good food, good people (the formula to a happy life?).

I want to share a little talk I had with a Red Pill family friend, it applies to every man reading this – not just my situation.

He asked me how the girls in Milan are. I said “I think I figured it out, there’s a formula to it. You’ve got to invest at least €200 to get started though. After you make some progress you can chill, but you’re competing with a dozen rich, thirsty europeans.” “€200?!, no you listen, come over here,” he said. He pulled me aside and gave me a talk.

“Let me tell you a little story,” he went on. “I was in the bar across the street from work — and don’t tell ‘nobody about this. So I’m sitting having a drink when this 21 year old girl shows up and sits next to me. We start talking and I say where you from. ‘Chicago,’ she says. I tell her, ‘listen, I’m from Brooklyn. I’m 100% Italian, born and raised here, and it’s people like you who are ruining the place.’ She says, ‘what do you mean?’ all anxious. So I said ‘listen, what’s your background, what’s your story?’ She tells me she ‘Oh I’m this that and the other, and even have a little black in me.’ I said ‘honey, turn around – show me your ass and I’ll tell you if you have any black in you.’ So she did I said ’No,’ — she had a small white ass you know?— ‘there’s no black in you sweat heart.’ — now don’t say nothin’, alright? But you understand. So I don’t want to hear about no ‘Louis Vuitton’ shit. If she wants to be chased by rich guys and wear Prada go ahead and— [gives a little chin flick which says ‘fuck off’]. Because you’ve got to lay down the ground rules right from the start. You gotta be rough with them. None of this Louis Vuitton bullshit. — and hey, if you need my help I’m coming out there. Give me a status report, let me know how it’s going.”



Think of the Glass of Vino at the End of the Day

Well yesterday sucked – mainly because I couldn’t put my phone away and stop chasing girls – so I’m going to kick ass today. I see the vision this evening of me relaxing with a glass of wine, kicking back and relaxing knowing that I’ve done my work for the day.

What would make today a success:

Fix visual builder

40 minutes in math, micro, and management each

20 pages of Verbal Judo

Plan intro video for business

Go to the gym

Go to the movies tonight, as planned


11:36 am: Well I pretty much wasted my morning on Tinder and social media. Damn, it’s like I’m an undisciplined teenage girl. It starts when I open my eyes and reach for my phone to get those early-morning dopamine hits of new tinder matches or new Instagram likes. Tomorrow morning I won’t touch my phone until my morning routine is done. I finally got a response from my theme’s support team and it looks like we’ll solve this problem today so I can get on with modernizing my website.

1:41 pm: Feeling good and productive; back to the hustle. Put in about 40 minutes into microeconomics. I checked my email this morning and apparently 4 free tickets to a stand-up comedy club in the city just landed in my lap. I’ll take a girl out this weekend as long as my buddy let’s us use his apartment in the city at the end of the night. My de facto business advisor back in Milan contacted me asking how progress is with my business. I need to 1) polish up my site 2) film an intro video to my service, and 3) cold call like my life depended on it.

1:01 am: Well, today was a pretty good day. I feel like I got a lot done, hit the gym hard, and hung out with some good friends now that I’m back home. Had my little sister who was with me at the gym film me doing sit ups for snapchat. I felt bad posting something so vain, but hey — if you don’t promote yourself, who will?

debonair-millionaire-sit-ups(President Trump to protect my identity)


Let’s Try This Again Tomorrow

It’s 9:50 am. I didn’t sleep too well, probably still a bit jet-lagged. Time to conquer the day.

What would make today a success?

Go for a run through the woods

Talk to sister about filming an intro video to my business website

Fix visual builder for my site

Brainstorm different packages and price points

Brainstorm 500 more keywords for new biz with Poland

Clean your room

Read 20 more pages in Verbal Judo book

Spend 20 minutes each on Management, Micro, and Math


11:25 am: I’ve called my hosting company to fix a technical problem with my site, but no dice. Contacted my WordPress theme provider to see if the problem’s on their end. I’ve also found the blog of one of my biggest competitors. His posts go all the way back to 2008, before he started his business. I can study his progress and thoughts and get a glimpse at the road ahead. My roommate who’s now back in Switzerland on holiday texted me about girls and asked how it’s going with a little project of a Belgian girl I’m working on back at university. European girls are completely different than Americans, and your game needs to adjust with it. I’ve found the formula, though. Maybe I’ll make a post about it.

2:22 pm: I went for a run through the local woods, did some bodyweight exercises while I was at it; I’ll hit the gym tomorrow. Did some swiping on Tinder and helped set up Christmas lights. I haven’t been in the mood to charm a girl, take her out for a night in the city, convince her to spend the night with me, rent an AirBnB, and lie to my parents about where I’m spending the night (yes, I was really that thirsty in the past).

3:49 pm: I’ve been spending way too much time on my phone. Still waiting on other people for a few of my tasks, but I need to start opting for a personal development book instead of my iPhone.

5:16 pm: Man do I hate waiting on people. Aside from that, I’ve been having difficulty ignoring distractions, sitting down, and simply getting shit done. I’ve lost a lot of discipline with my easy living in Europe and it’s time to get back into the grind — not the easiest thing to do home for Christmas.

9:58 pm: Well today sucked and I’m really tired, so I’m calling it. I need to turn my phone on airplane mode and check it once an hour or so. I’ve also got to get women out of my mind, or make talking to / going out with girls a reward for getting my shit done.

The Revival

I am now 18 and my goals have changed, along with my personality and demeanor (though, not too much). Here’s my little backstory to get you up to speed.

I was born somewhere on the East Coast of the United States. My father was a businessman and well connected, an international lawyer by trade. He exposed me to the world of international business and travel at a young age, when his friends and partners would stay with us and interact with me. I’d always marvel at adventure stores — that time when he was almost arrested in South America, but just escaped after crossing a border, or how he made a few phone calls and recouped $200,000 lost in China. In elementary school I was the kid with dark hair covering his eyes and glasses. I always hated school and saw it as a waste of time. I had friends, but didn’t hang out much.

In 2008 the stock market crashed; I was ten years old. Overnight I saw my family’s demeanor changed — and with it my life. I could feel the tension, and my dad’s business dried up. Money was tight and I knew it. With this, I set out to make money online to alleviate the situation. I started filling out surveys, and then moved onto making flash games when at the age of 12 I made 52 cents and felt ecstatic. Eventually I stumbled upon Black Hat World and spent several months trying methods there, but to no avail. Things finally changed for me when I met a 19 year old Polish black hatter on the forum. I was 13, and we became friends.

He told me about how his parents were kicking him out, about how he doesn’t have a job, and about how he has to steal bread to stave off hunger. “Why don’t you just get a job?” I naïvely asked. “Fuck that, it’s not money I’m after,” he replied, “it’s freedom.”

I didn’t understand it at the time, today those words ring as true in my heart as they did in his at the time.

We became business partners and tried out hands at a number of ventures — everything from ebooks to web design. For 2 years we worked together, off and on, trying to find freedom together.

When I was 14 we finally found that freedom when we started an online business selling fake likes and followers. The genius was not in the product, but in my partner’s methods of advertising and traffic acquisition. The method is still a closely held secret among us, used to this day, so I won’t say anymore on the topic.

For about six months we did business together. I handled sales, customer support, managed employees, and fulfilled orders; he brought us traffic. I was a sophomore in high school at the time, and I’d sneak into the bathroom to make business calls and make sure things were running smoothly during the school day. I’d make a hundred during lunch, two hundred during wrestling practice, and a few more hundred still in my sleep. I was making $1000 a day in revenues, $500 in profits, and it all felt like a wild game of monopoly.

Life was good but I didn’t know what I had. I paid employees $40 an hour to do mundane, simple tasks like answer emails, I was beyond careless with my accounting and bookkeeping duties, and I let orders go unfulfilled when I had too much homework or was too tired to deal with it.

The business was built on a fad, which like all fads faded away. I finally shut the thing down after several months of operation, because I felt like I was burning out. Between business, school, wrestling practice, homework, and a tiny remnant of a social life, I felt I was pushing myself too far.

I got a social life, became popular, and got myself a hot girlfriend (read: money pit). I spent my money on trips to Europe, underage drinking and women. About a year went by when I was itching yet again to start a business. I tried my hand at a number of different ventures but none met the same level of success as did my previous venture.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to college at all. Although I hated school, I did very well when I wanted to. I didn’t want to go into debt over student loans, so I packed my bags and headed to Europe, where I now attend university and study finance.

Working for a big bank or hedge fund is my plan B. My plan A is to find the freedom my Polish business partner has since found for himself in the years following our last venture together. Not only do I want this freedom, I want it at a very young age (before 20).

I’m still starting businesses – throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks. I’m in the process of launching a venture right now once I finish polishing up the site and business model. I’m also starting something with my old Polish business partner as we speak.

I want to revive this blog in order to keep my on track and show others the reality of the road to freedom and independence. If just one person learns something from the experiences I write about, this endeavor would be considered a success.