I was an uptight 32-year-old who'd just left Goldman.
Barely any money when I started my own business.
So naturally my pompous little ass joined the Harvard Club — I wanted people to know I went to Harvard.
Four years of breakfast meetings, prospect after prospect.
Meanwhile Joaquin is busing my table every morning.
We'd chat often and I tipped well.
One day he comes over and says — Mr. Anthony, you manage money, right? We've had a personal injury situation.
My family just came into $35 million. You've always been kind to me.
Would you manage it?
The guy busing my table had a higher net worth than I did.
Be good to people. All of it comes back around.
Mardi Gras Etiquette:
- No Tarps
- Kids get to go in front
- Kids get any good throws in the vicinity
- If you can make space for someone, move a little and hand them a beer