App-tually, I have an idea …
Fair disclosure – This part of my life is dark. I am going to be throwing open a closet of skeletons. From 2015 to 2016, life was not pleasant. I tell you this out of full disclosure. I have not hidden anything from you yet, and I do not plan to hide anything either.
You are getting me – warts and all.
“School days, school days, dear old golden rule days.” - Childrens’ Rhyme
I am a high school dropout. You know this. It is not that I hated school, but I loved the idea of making money more. School was keeping me from coding, turning ad revenue, starting businesses and the like. School was not for me.
I switched to Macs in 2008. This was also about a year after the first iPhone and the app as we all know and love it today. By 2015, my coding skills were starting to go the way of BASIC and DOS. In other words, I was fast being phased out of the coding world. There was only one thing I could do.
I had to go to school.
The $300,000.00 I had managed to save while living with Stephanie’s dad quickly ran dry. At that point, I had all I wanted with Bitcoin.
In hindsight, it was probably a good decision.
I went to San Francisco for a two month programming class in Apple’s newest programming language – Swift. I had been a coder in the past. Learning a new language would make me more marketable again as well as provide me a, ahem, legal income.
Slight digression begin –
It was in 2015, my 10 year high school reunion came around. I caught up with some old buddies. I rented a Lamborghini, again. We rode around, drank, did some various drugs and generally acted like we were still in high school.
This was seriously stupid on my part.
The gang loved the Lamborghini.
Slight digression end –
Swift class is where I met the guy who would become my business partner for about three years. Stephen and I ran through plenty of app ideas to the point we felt like Thomas Edison and the light bulb, “I did not fail; I found 10,000 ways that did not work.”
It took about three attempts before we got an app to work. Stephen moved to L.A. from Diamond Bar, about 1 – 1.5 hours away, specifically to work with me. I had inspired him from my epic tales of millions. It did not hurt that I was the best programmer in the class either.
“Men cannot survive without cheating, it is in their nature.” —M.F. Moonzajer
I caught up with a girl I knew back in 2009. She was one of my first real crushes.
It was also one of the times I cheated on a good woman.
Yes; I am a terrible person. I told you this part was dark.
I ended up with Chlamydia. I also gave it to Stephanie when I got home from San Francisco.
It was bad. Really bad. Like made its way into her eye bad.
This was the last straw. Stephanie left me.
This was the best thing she could do.
I never brought the absolute best in Stephanie.
Today, she is a dynamo in her own business.
When I was in San Francisco, I went to class. I did the work. I was the best coder in the class. I was also drinking nightly and carrying hangovers in each day. My partner at this time had no idea of what was going on. I carry myself fairly well as a functional alcoholic.
This carried us into 2016. Stephen and I had app idea after app idea. Fuze, Relay, Coalition – all sorts of ideas. We were determined to find the perfect app and make something of it.
We had to Evolve.
(See what I did there?)