So I carry the four hundred dollars in my bag, in a wallet, as if it's simply pocket change. It's the most money I've had to myself. It makes me walk taller and speak with more confidence. This unearned cash makes me feel a little more American. This is the beginning of the good life, I think.
Tagged with fiction
I did six months at a Silicon Alley startup and lost my job in the tech crash of 2000. That was before smart phones and apps, though, so this book about contemporary startup culture was familiar, but not the same as my experience. I was old for startups, even seventeen years ago, and not a founder or marketer, so a lot of the insider stuff about VCs and reporting was outside my realm.