I might be a tool, but I certainly don’t make any mega bucks from anything ad or social at all, I left FB in 2018.
I did have a few extremely high-earning years (I think I broke 7 figures twice). And there’s a meme that I sort of partied it away or something (and in fairness, as a guy who grew up in the kinds of neighborhoods and houses sufficiently marginal that at 100x the legal limit for OSHA on factory workers, pediatric led poisoning probably wiped like, half my IQ off the board. I was lucky, I was just licking my fingers after touching walls, my brothers were young enough to be eating lead paint chips off the floor, so they had like 10x that, with that kind of background I went down one of the two routes poor kids go down after catching some cash and I blew easily a few hundred grand if not half a mill on pure conspicuous consumption. Easier than my kid brother, easily the greater natural talent, he drowned himself in a bathtub a couple years ago).
But most of it went to the 52.2% combined state and federal income tax that I told my CPA not to optimize at all. A modest but non-trivial amount went to a reasonable settlement around a failed marriage, and the lion’s share by far, like north of 75-80% went to misguided “support” of insolvent friends and family. My grandmother (may she rest) was a widow of an active duty US Navy submarine sonar operator in the Korean War, the mother of an active-duty Sidewinder tech on the USS Nimitz who saw action in Gulf One, and the country threw her to the wolves with like, 800 bucks a month in pension in San Diego (where I grew up, hence all the military stuff) that didn’t cover so much as rent: my grandfather’s deathbed request was that she would want for nothing, and she wanted for nothing. And really no one around me did.
Which makes me more than a little annoyed that people I’ve defended and continue to defend on e.g. HN like Bosworth or someone make shit up and spread it around, like that I got fired in 2018, and not quit in disgust at the cost of what would have been in today’s market like 7-12 million in RSUs. I gave 60 days notice and they asked for 90, I have this in writing. I increased Instagram’s revenue in 2017 personally by 10%, so, I don’t know, like well over a hundred billion by now and I’d done bigger launches. Seemed a pretty shitty send off, but this is the NFL, I get it.
I’m a pugnacious late-bloomer who would be at CERN if I had slightly different starting conditions and went into debt last year to KLA after the Nth round of coordinated wage fixing.
I appreciate that’s a bit of a biography, but it was a bit out of line with the Will Hunting thing about stepping outside. I felt I should explain myself.
I did have a few extremely high-earning years (I think I broke 7 figures twice). And there’s a meme that I sort of partied it away or something (and in fairness, as a guy who grew up in the kinds of neighborhoods and houses sufficiently marginal that at 100x the legal limit for OSHA on factory workers, pediatric led poisoning probably wiped like, half my IQ off the board. I was lucky, I was just licking my fingers after touching walls, my brothers were young enough to be eating lead paint chips off the floor, so they had like 10x that, with that kind of background I went down one of the two routes poor kids go down after catching some cash and I blew easily a few hundred grand if not half a mill on pure conspicuous consumption. Easier than my kid brother, easily the greater natural talent, he drowned himself in a bathtub a couple years ago).
But most of it went to the 52.2% combined state and federal income tax that I told my CPA not to optimize at all. A modest but non-trivial amount went to a reasonable settlement around a failed marriage, and the lion’s share by far, like north of 75-80% went to misguided “support” of insolvent friends and family. My grandmother (may she rest) was a widow of an active duty US Navy submarine sonar operator in the Korean War, the mother of an active-duty Sidewinder tech on the USS Nimitz who saw action in Gulf One, and the country threw her to the wolves with like, 800 bucks a month in pension in San Diego (where I grew up, hence all the military stuff) that didn’t cover so much as rent: my grandfather’s deathbed request was that she would want for nothing, and she wanted for nothing. And really no one around me did.
Which makes me more than a little annoyed that people I’ve defended and continue to defend on e.g. HN like Bosworth or someone make shit up and spread it around, like that I got fired in 2018, and not quit in disgust at the cost of what would have been in today’s market like 7-12 million in RSUs. I gave 60 days notice and they asked for 90, I have this in writing. I increased Instagram’s revenue in 2017 personally by 10%, so, I don’t know, like well over a hundred billion by now and I’d done bigger launches. Seemed a pretty shitty send off, but this is the NFL, I get it.
I’m a pugnacious late-bloomer who would be at CERN if I had slightly different starting conditions and went into debt last year to KLA after the Nth round of coordinated wage fixing.
I appreciate that’s a bit of a biography, but it was a bit out of line with the Will Hunting thing about stepping outside. I felt I should explain myself.