A list of my entrepreneurial failures. But I’m the greatest.

Before the age of 30, I was flying high. I mean very high. In 1994 I left Russia to spend a year in Oklahoma. I have a lot of stories from that journey and the subsequent ones but the point is that I excelled academically. At my high school in Oklahoma, I was the youngest in my junior year. Finished with a GPA 4.0. Then 4 years at an elite boarding school in England. Straight As always. Always. Got into Cambridge where I did my undergrad. Then investment banking with Morgan Stanely. The start at Morgan Stanley was a little rocky but then I excelled there too. Was making hundreds of thousands by my mid-twenties. Then a Harvard MBA.

I remember the summer before my second year at Harvard. I was thinking about my career options after business school. I was going to go back to Morgan Stanley (and I did eventually, though I didn’t last long) but I was overwhelmed by the realization of how I was capable of pursuing grandiose things. I didn’t even know what exactly that “grandiose” could be. Famous corporations? Entrepreneurship? Nothing seemed grandiose enough. I just felt that the world was on its knees and I was king.

Then life happened. I went from flying high to crashing hard and landing in a pile of shit. Repeatedly.

First, I joined my dad’s business in Moscow. It was meat production and retail. A very colorful story and one day I’ll write about it separately. To cut it short, I got into a confrontation with my dad’s younger brother (my uncle) and his…