*Disclaimer: photos used in this post are not mine*
Dreamy Palm Trees and Sunshine
I've always wanted to visit Los Angeles. Ultimately, its my goal to live there or around there, in San Diego or something. I just love the fucking palm trees and sunshine 24/7. The women there are beautiful, and everyone is partying everyday. The rich lifestyle is present, and capitalism at its finest. The poor are poorer and rich are richer. Ultimately, only the rich and richer live there. There is not middle class. Their middle class is Canada's higher class.A one bedroom apartment would cost 2500$ a month there.
But its beautiful.
The Business Deal
In October, I got an email from a former business partner pointing me towards a business located in the heart of California and would like me to invest. No big deal. I get about 10 of these personal emails a day. This one caught my eye however. It dealt with drugs, the future, and of course, California.
It was an email poaching me to invest some money in an Uber-style weed delivery service. You open the app, choose a strain, and its at your door in less than 45 minutes. Fucking genius.I shot a reply right back at him during math class. He got back at me in under 2 minutes.
"Great. I can set you up with [name of executive] and he would like to speak with you" he said. For privacy reasons, names are excluded.
I had a skype meeting with him a few hours later. He pitched me a little of his idea, and would like to meet me. I said i'll try and see if I can fly to LA. Honestly, I just wanted to escape the cold of Montreal.
How I Convinced my Parents
I convinced them in under 5 minutes. I'm the best at talking, Just kidding.I told them i'd be sleeping over a friends house for the weekend, and that we'll be playing video games to enjoy a long needed first semester break.
Of course they said yes. I packed a bag with 1 pair of jeans, hygiene essentials, a suit, and 3 shirts. That's all I needed for LA. I went to my "friends house" right after class.
I went to the airport.
I took the flight out to LA through Delta airlines, and service was on par. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I got American currency at the airport, and let me tell you, fuck the Canadian dollar.
Landing in LA
I got to LA just before the sunset. As soon as I landed, I took an Uber to Venice Beach. What I love about Uber is that it will work in any country, since it was with PayPal. I looked at the beach and it was surreal. I made it. I was far away from any of my friends, any of my enemies, any of my family. No one here knows me. I had my chest high with a smile as I walked through the sand. I saw people finishing their surfs, and fast food stands selling fresh food.I saw palm trees and the sunset was... Oh my god, fuck, the sunset was stunning. I took photos and videos, but put them up on Snapchat. I was too scared to have a record that I went to LA incase my family found out looking through my phone one day.
I used a stranger's phone and called the number I found in my emails. I found the company. I met with the executive, and he said the work day is over. "What do I do now?" I said. I had no where to go.
"Are you sober?" he said "Yes, why? I don't look it?"
"I mean, because you're investing in my company. You must be drunk thinking I would say goodnight now. So come to my flat. You can stay with me." He said. "But first, a bite to eat".
Fancy Dinner and Realizing My Destiny
We ended up going to Wolfgang Steakhouse in Beverly Hills. Holy fuck its fancy. It costed me 200$ for a steak. The chef personally came up to our table and shook our hands, then commenced cutting our steak and preparing it in front of our eyes. He literally brought a professional portable kitchen to our table to cook
us a meal.
It was the dinner of millionaires. I was surrounded by millionaires. I was talking about money. I was living, breathing, enjoying, a money environment.
Palm trees, sexy women, millionaire dinners, beautiful sunsets. I was living the dream.
it can't get any better than this. I literally wanted to stay here forever. I didn't want to go back to Montreal. I wanted to ditch my family and live out here forever. But that would mean dropping out, and how expensive LA is, I wouldn't sustain myself for long.
Haters
As per usual, we got straight to business. Silly me, I didn't silence my phone. As he was pitching me, two fucking retards named "Banghajan Kanagaratnam" and "Harman Puri" snapchat me back. They were doubting I was even in LA. I didn't reply, of course. I'm in fucking LA. I'm living in. Haters.
But of course these fucking peasants didn't stop there, researching and trying oh so hard to expose what was already real. What I learned here in these lessons was remove haters as soon as they criticize your hustle. When others can't do it themselves, they try to bring others down. These fucking peasants are so jealous they still don't believe I purchased my father a car when the proof is there. Come look at my driveway, peasants.
That really fucked up my night. I really didn't care about them not believing in me, because the fact of the matter is i'm closing a 12,000$ deal as they talk shit out of their 1$ mouth. I'm sure as hell they never made a single grand in their lifetime. But what really pissed me off more, was the fact that they were now telling my closest friends that I lied about my trip. That i'm a fake. That really pissed me off. The first time I heard that, I was speaking with Ali on the phone. I said right away I have 5000$ cash sitting in front of me ready for Harman and The B whatever his name was guy. 2500$ EACH if they can prove me wrong. I supply the photos I took in LA, and they find where I got them from.
Fucking peasants. Moving on, the night was fantastic. I approved of his business idea, and we set up a meeting for the morning after. I spent 300$ on dinner and went to his flat. He had a hot tub inside his house outlooking the scenery of Los Angeles. His house was uphill. Needless to say, I had a good nights sleep.
Closing The Deal and Signing The Contracts
I woke up and we took a ride to the office. He showed me around, introduced me to the important people, and we got right to business. I read to contracts, and signed them. I am officially an investor of this company, and I give in 12,500$.I shit on the same people that introduced me to weed in Montreal a year ago, where now i'm signing a business deal concerning weed. I'm sure they'd never be able to spend 12,500$ on weed in their life let alone giving it away. Everyone is a peasant in my eyes at this moment. My ego is at its all time high.
I tell my business partners to show me around. I enjoy LA in the sunshine for the first time. It was dark last night so I didn't get the full experience. I went to In n Out, walked on the pier, gazed at Beverly Hills mansions, and just enjoyed life. I also went hiking to overlook LA.
It was a massive reminder of the world that's out there. It was heaven on Earth for me, coming from Montreal. It felt insane.
I met knew people, and Uber'd aimlessly from place to place for a couple hours until I got a message from my brother on Facebook telling me my family is picking me up from my friend's place at about 11pm because we had to go to a restaurant opening of my parent's close friend. The plan was not to go back to Montreal now. I wanted two more days. It was midday in LA, and I took the first flight out. I did what I had to do, said my goodbyes, signed the contracts, invested 12,500$, tried the greatest steak in north america for 300$, ate an In n Out, visited Beverly Hills mansions, and witnessed the LA lifestyle. All this while the haters in Montreal were eating a 5$ meal at a restaurant in Montreal called Basha.
I landed home and greeted my family as if nothing had happened. I got home at about 10 at night, and we were getting ready to go to the restaurant. I called my close friend "Po" and told him how insane it was. How I just landed in time, and no one suspected a thing.
I went to work a few days later and my colleagues asked why I went and why I would spend so much money on a trip to LA. The single flight cost is enough for months of work for my colleagues.
"I went across the continent for one weekend because why the fuck not"
Every year, there is a new phrase I can proudly say.
I'm moving down south as soon as I get my professional career off the ground. Hustle hard.