My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

with proper pedigree. When I’d told them I was leaving, my father had actually laughed, certain I’d be back within a month, begging for tuition money.

I’d never asked them for anything again.

Instead, I’d lived on ramen and instant coffee and built something they couldn’t comprehend. I’d taken freelance coding jobs to pay rent, spent every spare hour continue reading …