Founder Collects Startup Swag And Equity Instead Of Luxury Items

IMPRESARIO

Lame bros buy Lambos. I hawk ideas like Hockneys. Some hang Picassos in their castle, I’m Miyazaki building Castles in the Sky.

Getting Meta with this shit… Before Meta was Meta.

You couldn’t face me. I booked more term sheets while you blew your Bitcoin on Egyptian silk sheets.

I’m on more cap tables than you’re on reservation tables. The maître d’ knows your name… The founders know mine.

I invented this gangster shit… and this the motherfn’ thanks we get?

My name Soleio… The original impresario.

Have you even seen my portfolio?

I brought aspect to the ratio. Oh… now you know? Oh… now you Like me?

Because I’m the One.

Welcome to the Matrix… Call me Neo.

I don’t pop bottles…

I cap cap tables.

While y’all sprayed champagne, I was eating cold pizza on Palo Alto nights trying to make tomorrow remember my name.

Sleeping on conviction. Living on caffeine. Writing tomorrow before tomorrow knew how to spell itself.

Watched midnight dreams seam teams together like a tribe of builders raising digital castles in the sky.

I liked the future before the future liked itself.