Blue ocean waves,
Crashing against the shoreline,
Soothing and serene.
I Write about Startup Growth. Helping visionary founders scale with proven systems & strategies. Author of books on hypergrowth, AI + the future.
I do a lot of Spoken Word/Poetry, Love Reviewing Movies.
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