First it was Steve, a college roommate who went to work for Microsoft just before things really took off. You know the story: Stock options, monster growth, vesting...yadda, yadda, yadda...then a Ferrari pulls up in my middle-class driveway with Steve at the wheel.
Next, Ryan, a fraternity brother and drinking pal (I know, redundant), hooks up with a law school buddy, becomes the director of operations for a little company then it's deja vue all over again...EBay, stock options, going public and now it's all Kobe steaks and Crystal (not really, but my envious little mind thinks that way).
Now, it's Evan, a guy I hung around a bit during my interlude from college. Becomes the co-founder of Pyra.com, which birthed Blogger into the world, bought by Google, and now there's a healthy bank account to be reckoned with. Like a bank account that could easily float a Lear jet or something.
Don't get me wrong. Some of it could be serendipity, but all of these guys did work for it. I'm just torqued that I don't have the time or fungolas to take my sojourn through Nepal, swapping adventure stories with the climbers at the Everest base camp in some sort of Hemingway-inspired chapter.
Whatever.
All I want to do is be rich enough to fund a J-boat crew to ram Larry Ellison's boat during an America's Cup race. Not that I'm an Oracle hater, I just think it would be fun.
Anyway, you need cash to do that, my friend. Anyone have an idea for the next killer app?