The other day my broker at [insert top 3 investment bank] called me to say Shanda Interactive was getting bought by Softbank for $25 a share. "Its definite, man." A week later Shanda had a 30% drop in revenues and the stock fell almost 20%, down to $13 and change. Yesterday, different broker/different bank, tells me Nvidia had a huge chip malfunction with one of their shipments to Edom, their biggest distributor. My question is, "why do I know this?" Why, in all the people in the universe, am I getting the call about this privileged information. A truck loses a wheel on a dirt road in China, a bunch of chips fall to the ground, busted, and are now worthless. 12,000 miles away, James Altucher gets the call 15 minutes later – "short this little baby!" In Tokyo, Masayoshi Son lets it slip to his shoeshine boy that he likes playing "Legend of Mir II" in his spare time and might buy the Chinese company that makes it. Who gets the call 4 minutes later? Me.
And I'm not just talking about stock tips. We all know stock tips are mostly useless. But this feeling of "why am I here" applies to other situations. A few months ago I get a call about "a great deal". Every deal has its story so I listen. "Major internet company from the 90s. Auction site. Went private, then got bought, then got bought again. Now its going public in a reverse merger. Revenues kicking *ss. We're doing a $75mm raise so it can go public in a reverse merger. Goldman Sachs investing in the deal. We have $65mm hard-circled. Can you help us find the final $10mm?"
In other words, this great internet company, which went public in the 90s, soared to $300 a share before getting bought at $2, is going to destroy EBAY, has Goldman Sachs as an investor and 10 other 'big names' and, I forget to mention, "the guy that sold XYZ Company to [big media company] for $500mm is going to be the CEO." Now all they need to conquer the world is…me. Or what about the company that has a new vodka sponsored by [insert popular reality TV star here] and has deals with every major alcohol distributor in the world and now needs helping finding the final $500k to close a major deal. Every investment banker super pumped about the deal now hanging out at the water cooler thinking of the only person in the world who can handle this major challenge. Me, sitting in my pajamas, watching soap operas at 10am in the morning with my three year old daughter. Of course!
The reality is, those two deals can't get done. And if they get done [actually, one of them did – they closed at $65mm instead of the hoped-for $75mm] – they are going to go bankrupt. Nobody is out to give me money for free. Nobody cares about me at all. Nobody wants to do me any favors. And nobody needs my help unless in the privacy of their office urinals they are staring at the ceramic wall, thinking, "damn, how the hell am I going to get this one done?" Once in a blue moon, a miracle happens, and someone who for some reason doesn't know better, accidentally makes the call to me, and money results. So consequently I have to take every call, listen to every story, and ask the "am I smoking crack?" question again and again when it comes to wondering why someone wants to give me free money.
Like the guy who is being forced at gunpoint to allocate $15bb for "a major consortium of pension funds." He calls me, "can you handle a $500mm allocation to your fund?" No. "Well, what about if we give you $25mm a month, like clockwork?" So now I ask: "am I smoking crack?" Is this a crack-induced mirage on the bleak desert that represents "love and good wishes in the financial world."?
So I have to take the call. And I have to follow up. And send financial reports, network, make calls, attend meetings. And then followup to those meetings: "It was great meeting you. Lets work on those next steps." And hence a day, week, month of schedules fill up and my three year old has to watch Spanish soap operas all by herself, "but it will all be worth it". And sometimes I forget to return a call and then I have to wonder – was that The One? The One, which the Prophets spoke of on the Day of my Birth? The call that was going to fulfill my descendants' dream of financial security so they can focus on making the world a better place?
Oh, Lord, I hope so, but thank You that at least I can use the material for a blog post.