i’ve spent my entire career since graduating college in 2008 focused on tradfi (alternative investments)
took two funds to over $1b and now doing it again for the third time
working with some of the largest institutions in the country on their alternative investment allocations
tradfi is how i got involved with tax liens…learned abt them from a family office over 6 years ago…then met one of my partners victor who has 15+ years of institutional tax lien investing experience (and a patent in the category going back to 2015)
my 𝕏 profile was only iykyk over the years as it relates to tradfi relationships…never crossed over…i don’t think i ever posted the word gondola until this sentence
that’s all changing now with @lienfiapp
𝕏 used to be the place i would hide…but now i’ve been found 😂
and im proud to tell my tradfi friends abt what we’re building with lienfi
bc im proud of what we built and i know what we’re going to accomplish
the line in the below post that hit me:
“…it matters”
it really does…
picture below is from march in park city at the permian summit…an honor anytime im invited to present in front my peers
“you can find me @ mleejr on 𝕏”
first time i ever said that after a presentation
josh and matt at permian are great ppl i look up to those guys and am thankful for them 🙏
Elsewhere is LIVE!
Adrift
15 tez / 20 editions
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They did not fall apart all at once.
It happened quietly, like constellations loosening their grip on the night.
At first, they moved together. Four figures suspended between gravity and memory, stitched from the same electric thread. Their bodies carried seam lines where old versions of themselves had been repaired, rewritten, resurrected. Every scar glowed neon beneath the surface, impossible to hide in this strange ultraviolet world.
The universe around them had no horizon. Only currents. Pulses of color drifting like radio signals from forgotten dreams. Pink storms. Indigo tides. Heat blooming gold at the center of everything like a heart too bright to touch.
They floated there for years, or seconds. Time behaved differently in the distance between people.
No one spoke. Words were heavy things. Instead, they communicated through proximity. A tilt of the head. Fingers nearly touching. The silent ache of wanting to remain connected while the current kept pulling.
And still, they drifted.
Not away from each other exactly. More like away from certainty. Away from the versions of themselves that once felt anchored to names, places, futures. What remained was raw motion and luminous instinct. They became celestial debris with souls still humming inside.
Yet there was beauty in it.
Because adrift does not always mean lost.
Sometimes it means surrendering to the tide long enough to discover what survives when maps fail. Sometimes it means becoming untethered enough to glow on your own.
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Organized by
@Boundless8D
Curated by
@CinziaGabrielPH@muriellondon@ChudoSasshha@libertyvisions_@stunnifer@Solarchi_
@iamwesselart Weather here been total shit too, annoying! Ya man I enjoy fishing, been slowly trying to teach my sons also. There’s a therapeutic aspect to it