So, this has been my routine since June: Wake up early, head to my dad’s office, piddle around with some manly lookin’ machines …
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CHAPTER 5: In Search Of ...
A lot of definitions go around about “internet troll,”, especially in the 2020s …
Read MoreCHAPTER 4: Frawley
"Frawley, you're a crazy guy, but this?" Yuval, the wicked brilliant Facebook engineer, says, reacting to the prospect that I might work in politics, "You come in here, new guy on the block, sleeping in the living room, working 15 hours a day.
Read MoreCHAPTER 3: Manifest Destiny
I pay the bargain price of $1,250 per month to sleep in the top bunk of a bunk bed crammed into a 10ft x 10ft room that I share with a 32-year old man. The 'house' is a dorm-style converted low-income apartment building in San Francisco's Tenderloin, the city's epicenter of drugs and poverty.
Read MoreCHAPTER 2: Desire is Not Enough
It’s late fall when I get the email from the VFA admissions team that I hoped I'd never see, "Please accept our genuine thanks for applying… Unfortunately..."
Read MoreCHAPTER 1: Requiem for a Yangian Dream
At the moment, I'm trapped inside of a taxi, the taxi is trapped inside a gridlock of traffic, and all of the traffic is trapped in the Lincoln Tunnel heading into New York City. After two frigidly cold winter months in Iowa, I am returning to my home, the Yang campaign headquarters.
Read MoreThe Story of Andrew Yang's First Public Presidential Rally
The four of us pile into Yang's mother's 90's Subaru and are on our way to Philadelphia for our first public event.
Read MoreHow My 4th-grade Crush Redefined Andrew Yang's Signature
Have you ever noticed that presidents tend to have distinct, memorable, and well-penned signatures? During my first week on the campaign, I realized that Andrew Yang had either not taken note, or chosen not to follow their lead.
Read MoreCHAPTER 10: Fake It Til’ You Make It
A few weeks before the whole Sam Harris bonanza, a few changes occurred on the team.
Read MoreCHAPTER 9: Andrew and Also Andrew Take America
Everywhere I go in life, there always seems to be another person named Andrew — from little league baseball to high school, to even within my hacker house in San Francisco (there were three of us!). Andrew doesn't feel like that generic of a name, such as a John, Matthew, or Christopher, and yet, we seem to be everywhere. As it turns out, Andrew was the 7th most common male name in the 90s, and there are almost 300,000 of us born in just that decade.
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