Molson Hart

Didn't matter though, because I inherited his balls, resilience, and PERSISTENCE. So let me tell you a little story about a great man, the man I called today to wish Happy Father's Day, who became my mentor in 2013 and taught tons about how to be successful. 2/n

His name is Bob. And the story I'm going to tell you is how I met Bob. Before that, here's a sampler of what he taught me: 1. How to hire 2. Accounting/bookkeeping 3. SALES. "Get on the fucking plane Molson and see your customers." and many many more important life lessons. 3/n

I'm going to free form this tweet-storm so bare with me while I write the tweets... 4/n

February 2013. I founded my company in 2010 and I was absolutely terrible, but I worked really hard and in 2012 I had, iirc about $50k in sales. I was living with my mom to save money and using our basement as our warehouse. Life sucked! I had just closed the biggest retail 5/n

deal of my life with a small 30 store chain by repacking a 20' container of defective merchandise. I would get up early in the morning, hire illegal immigrants, and bring them back to my house and we'd repackage all the defective merchandise. Eventually, they realized 6/n

They made more money and it was easier to do landscapign so they stopped agreeing to work for me. Fuck. So me and the illegals who were too old to do landscapign would do it. Anyways, that's how I got to $50k in sales. I digress. In early 2013, I was devleoping new product 7/n

And I was feeling pretty good about myself, so I went to participate in a startup competition with my college. It was called DEN, for Dartmouth Entrepreneurial Network and it was the Shark Tank. I made a presentation with a bunch of slides about how I was going to build a big 8/n

company. Blah blah blah. The competition was at Yale, so I drove the 1.5-2 hours in rush hour to get there. The problem was, that morning my mom had fed me a ton of weird grain-y bran pancakes. This was before I figured out that this stuff gave me diarrhea. 9/n