There’s a guy I know. I’ve known him since the beginning of all this. We met at the WeWork. WeWork Labs to be precise. I was working on my thing, he was always working on something. He is a developer. I know he sold a company once to a high profile NYC startup but not the kind of deal where you read about it in TechCrunch.
He’s a funny dude who is clearly talented, good natured, but sometimes others found him abrasive. I was a clueless former Wall Street guy thinking he was about to change the world by bootstrapping an outsourced app. I and him and a handful of guys and gals were always on that floor together day and night, at the second WeWork location, original WeWork Labs members. When it was a community that outsiders sometimes misunderstood to be a collective where its members had to contribute a mandatory number of hours doing tech for other’s projects. When Trista knew everyone and held it together. That seems like a very long time ago.
One day, after one of the very largest tech acquisitions of all time hit the news, he put something up in the Labs facebook group’s wall. Continue reading