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What I Learned Partying with a Billionaire for a Summer

I was in a taxi headed from Miami Beach to the Airport—and sitting next to me was a billionaire who I just met the day before.

We were flying to Puerto Rico where he lived and I had no idea whether this guy was an incredible human being who enjoyed my company and just wanted to continue the fun…

…or a raving lunatic con artist who was getting ready to murder me as soon as we touched down.

My rationale for going: “Fuck it! You only live once.”

I was reminded of a quote from the movie, Rounders, with Matt Damon.

His character, Mike McDermott, said, “You can’t lose what you don’t put in the middle—but you can’t win much either.”

Needless to say, I went for the ride.

But hold up. Before we get into the details, let me give you the back story. This is important.


PART ONE: HOW I ENDED UP IN A TAXI WITH A BILLIONAIRE

It was around 1pm the day before and I was walking down famous Collins Ave headed towards my job at Hyde Beach Pool Bar in Miami Beach.

At the time I was a server/bartender. And I fucking hated it.

Don’t get me wrong, being surrounded by half naked sexy women and making $300-$700 a day sounds delightful!

(Photos: Me with long hair “working” during Miami Winter Music Conference)

But I’d been working in the service industry for over 10 years at this point and I knew I was meant for more than making drinks and serving people food 6 days a week.

Not to mention, I’m a full-blooded entrepreneur. I knew my destiny was to run my own shit.

Plus, I hated taking orders from other people (and still do)—especially when they’re idiots.

I’ve worked with a ton of great managers. But I’ve also worked with a ton of idiots too.

Control freaks who literally became managers just to feel a sense of superiority over others. And I’m 100% allergic to those types of people and won’t be pushed around by anyone, hence why I got fired from so many jobs in the past.

For years I had been reading self-help books like Rich Dad Poor Dad, 4 Hour Workweek, and How to Win Friends and Influence People, which are epic books. But I still felt like I wasn’t progressing.

My dream was to break free from the shitty corporate world, start my own online business, and begin traveling the world full-time!

Yet, here I was still working for another corporation, stuck in one place with no other perceivable options besides finding another J.O.B. somewhere else.

I was miserable and frustrated.

“When am I gonna catch a break?!?!”


After arriving at work, my first two customers of the day were two intelligent and spirited middle-aged women on vacation laying by the pool. It was pretty early and the pool was dead, so I spent a good chunk of time chatting with them.

After a short while, those women ended up meeting another man who we’ll call, “Justin.”

Over the next few hours, we all got to know each other better. And by the end of the day, Justin invited the women and I to dinner.

Initially I was hesitant because my first impression of this 50+ year old man excitedly jumping around in the pool like a middle-schooler was that this dude was crazy af.

Plus, the women were a bit older for my taste, so I wasn’t really into it. However, for some odd reason, my intuition kept whispering to me, “JUSSST GOOOOO!!!”

So, eventually, I accepted the invite.

Later on that night at the first restaurant, we were conversing while enjoying cheese and wine. I asked Justin if he ever considered investing in Elon Musk’s company, Tesla.

This was back in 2013, so not as many people were talking about Elon and what he was doing. I think the stock at the time was $15.

(As of today, the price of Tesla is $358 per share… more than 20x his original investment!)

He replied, “I already invested 4 million.”

As you can imagine, this caught my attention.

At first I thought this guy was just some shmo trying to impress a few ladies. But little did I know, he was incredibly intelligent and clearly successful.

One of the women says to Justin about me, “He’s very articulate and bright. You should hire him for sales.”

He replies, “No, not sales. I should hire him as a partner!”

Again, I was thinking, “Oookayyy… this is getting more interesting.”

As we got ready to make moves to the next restaurant for dinner, they all put it on me to decide where we were gonna eat next.

Naturally, I chose Dolce (Dole-chay), an upscale Italian restaurant I just got fired from a week earlier for getting into an argument with the GM (See, told you!).

As we were being seated by the hostess, I walked right past the GM and another manager. Of course, with a wide grin on my face. But, for some odd reason, they didn’t seem very happy to see me 😉

We sat down, drank endless bottles of wine, and enjoyed a feast for a king while laughing our asses off through five courses.

I remember thinking to myself, “These strangers are fantastic!”

Then Justin went to pay the bill. But since he lost his wallet the day before and his temporary card had reached it’s credit limit, his card was declined. This seemed fishy to me at first, but as you’ll soon learn, he wasn’t lying.

After a while of him trying to sort things out on the phone with the credit card company, I offered to pay for the $400+ dinner so we could continue enjoying our time together and not let money defuse the momentum of the night.

After leaving Dolce, we all headed back across the street to Justin’s penthouse at SLS Hotel. But come to find out, after taking the elevator upstairs, his room key wouldn’t work.

So we head back downstairs to the front desk and they tell him he has an outstanding balance of $3k for the penthouse because his card was declined.

Since his credit card still wasn’t working, they kept hassling him and refused to let him into the room despite the fact that, at this point, it was 12:30 in the morning and him and his three guests had been waiting for over a half an hour in the lobby.

And mind you, he’d been staying at the hotel for over a week at a rate of $4k/night since it was during one of the busiest times of the year—Winter Music Conference.

As the front desk clerk continued to hassle him, I upsettingly blurted out, “So interesting how when you have money, it’s yes sir and all smiles. But the moment you run out of money, they immediately kick you out on the street.”

I had previously told the dude at the front desk I worked there, because Hyde Beach is connected to SLS Hotel.

This was a mistake.

He looked at me oddly, then walked into the back room. A moment later, the hotel manager walked out, pulled me into the back room, and we started going at it.

I said, “What if this happened to you—wouldn’t you want the hotel to be sympathetic and compassionate to your situation for the time being so you could enjoy the rest of your night or at least get to bed?!”

My comment infuriated her, so she called security on me and demanded that I give her my name.

I refused, knowing that it was my job on the line. Then quickly walked out of the back room and straight out of the hotel, leaving the situation and everyone behind.

But then I thought, “They have cameras, so you’re already fucked—you’re gonna get fired regardless.”

So, figuring I had nothing to lose, I tried to make my way back into the hotel to grab Justin. But at that point, security had already been informed and refused to let me back in the hotel.

So, I assumed that was the end of the story.

But, just as I was about to leave and head home, to my surprise, Justin bursts out of the main entrance of the hotel with a bottle of Dom Perignon and excitedly yells to me, “LETS GO TO THE BEACH!!!”

Justin had solved his credit card situation and was let back into his penthouse. But at this point, the women had already bounced. So we headed to the beach, which was a few hundred yards behind the hotel.

On the walk there, Justin says to me, “No one has ever stood up for me like that in my life. Thank you, my friend!”

When we got to the shore, we sat down, popped the bottle of Dom, and continued to drink and converse.

Out of no where, he drunkenly exclaims, “I’m a Billionaire!!! … With a capital B!!”

Although it’s a pretty shocking statement to hear, I didn’t flinch.

At this point in my life, status or wealth alone did not impress me. And this is still true today.

Nevertheless, the outburst was duly noted.

We were pretty hammered at this point, so we began to stretch out on the sand.

Before we knew it, we were both passed out.

Next thing I know, I wake up, look to my left, and see two dark shadows quickly walking away from us.

I look down and see that my wallet is just sitting there on the sand—instead of nice and secure in my back pocket where I left it.

I check to see if anything’s missing. Sure enough, all my cash is missing—about $200 bucks.

I wake Justin up, and after patting himself down, he realizes his iPhone is missing too.

So, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by this point—we got robbed.

As we walk back to the front of the hotel, he tells me that he thinks I’m brilliant and as a repayment for losing my job over speaking out in his favor, he wants to fly me out to Puerto Rico, stay at his mansion, and cover any bills or expenses I may have by paying me $5k/month to come travel with him—about what I was making working at Hyde Beach.

After some hesitation, I agree, so he instructs me to meet him outside the hotel at 11am.

It was 4am at this point.

I thought it seemed crazy and too good to be true, but I knew there was only one way to find out.

I went home and quickly packed a few shirts, a pair of jeans, some socks, underwear, and a toothbrush.

I was sort of dating an Argentinian girl named, Veronica, who I met at a hostel when I first moved to Miami. She had just moved to the states and didn’t really have a place to stay, so I let her stay with me in my studio apartment on the beach until she could find her own spot.

The next morning, I explained the story to her and let her know she could have my apartment rent free for the next 3 months or until she left on her next adventure.

She was pretty shocked by the whole situation, but I had told her from the beginning that I wasn’t looking for a relationship because I wanted to travel and not be held down by anything or anyone.

So, after sleeping for a few hours, I grabbed my duffle bag, kissed her goodbye, and headed to SLS Hotel where Justin and I decided to meet up.

I got to the Hotel at 10:55am.

I still wasn’t allowed on the premises, so I waited nervously on the sidewalk in front of the hotel with my fingers crossed.

11am… nothing.

11:05… nothing.

11:10… nothing.

So, as expected, I figured it was too good to be true and decided to head back home.

But, right as I went to turn around, Justin walks out the front entrance of the hotel with a big smile on his face and waves me to come in.

For some reason the security guards didn’t bother me since I was with him, so we took the elevator up to his penthouse and he immediately called his travel agent.

He booked two tickets back to San Juan, Puerto Rico, and before I knew it, we were in a cab on our way to the airport.

I was experiencing so many emotions, I didn’t know what to make of it all.

All I knew was that this was gonna be big!

I had this overwhelming feeling that this was gonna be a defining moment in my life.

I texted a few friends to fill them in on what was going on. But, out of fear, most of them thought I was crazy for trusting this random dude, which made me grow nervous.

“IS this a horrible idea??? IS this crazy???”

When we got to the airport and were waiting for our flight, I looked at Justin with suspicion and said, “Why are you doing this? Why are you taking me with you?”

He laughed and said, “Don’t worry—I’m not gay! We just have a good connection and I feel an energy between us, so that’s it.”

This was really all the assurance I needed because I knew what he meant.

There WAS a connection between us. So he was doing what I had been doing for the last few years of my life—going with the flow by having faith that my intuition would guide me in the right direction.


PART TWO: PARTYING WITH A BILLIONAIRE

When we arrived in San Juan, his personal driver picked us up and we headed back to his mansion, which was in one of the wealthiest cities in Puerto Rico… Humacoa.

At this point I was sold, “Okay, this dude is legit.”

The next day, we took his yacht to St. Thomas in the Caribbean, reserved a slot at a local marina, and ended up partying our asses off all day everyday for the next week.

Come to find out, Justin had just got divorced and was on a longterm vacation to get his mind off things.

And although we had also discussed me coming to work for him, what I was really doing for him was serving as a good wing man.

One night we went to a local strip club on the island and ended up bringing three of the strippers back to the yacht to party with us until the next morning as we all laid on the top of the yacht watching the glorious sunrise overcome the ocean’s horizon.

After leaving St. Thomas, we headed to San Juan Resort and stayed there for close to a week.

One day when we were headed to the pool, I told him I had to use the bathroom first and I’d meet him there.

When I finally got there, he was already in the pool partying with a large group of women celebrating a bachelorette party.

Mind you, Justin was in his early 50’s, yet he had the spunky energy of a teenager and all the women we met instantly gravitated towards him even though, initially, they had no idea he was wealthy.

He ended up ordering something like 15 bottles of Don Perignon—one for every person in the pool—and we all had a glorious time spraying champagne on each other and splashing around in the pool.

Later on, he invited all the women from the pool party to dinner, so the party continued into the night.

After dinner, we headed to the lobby and were stunned by a guy and his crew who were randomly jamming out in the lobby using the Hotel’s grand piano and other instruments they had brought.

Come to find out, that guy was Bob Marley’s son, Ziggy Marley.

Justin asked Ziggy if he could treat him and his crew to a late night bite at one of the local restaurants. They were all inclined to go, but bailed last minute because they had to get up early for a show they were putting on the next day.

Crazy random experiences like this was how most of the trip went.

Although I made so many incredible memories while partying with Justin over the summer, what was most defining about the experience was what I learned by getting the opportunity to experience HIS world.

Sure, we did a lot of outrageous partying which was super fun. But that’s not what I’m talking about.


PART THREE: WHAT I LEARNED PARTYING WITH A BILLIONAIRE FOR A SUMMER

Prior to going on this random adventure with Justin, I despised money and rich people.

At the time I had a limiting belief that money was the root of all evil and those who “hoarded” that money were egotistical conniving materialistic people who didn’t care about the rest of the world—only themselves.

But, after hanging out with Justin and many of his uber wealthy friends, I realized that nearly everything I was taught to believe growing up about money and rich people was essentially bullshit.

To my surprise, I found my new rich friends to be phenomenal listeners, generous, caring, compassionate, well read, business minded, and just all around the type of people I enjoyed being around.

I could converse with them on a wide range of interesting topics. And the conversations didn’t simply revolve around gossip or other meaningless shit, but rather around knowledge, growth, and new ideas for various business ventures.

And when I spoke confidently about myself and my audacious goals, my ideas weren’t put down, but instead were supported and celebrated.

I found the experience unbelievably refreshing, because conversations with my buddies back home revolved around gossip, sports, and how hammered we all got the night before.

And when I tried to have intelligent conversations with them or discuss my goals and various business ideas I had, they would get bored, roll their eyes, laugh at me, put me down, and even shrink in my presence because their goals were small and mostly non-existent.

With my buddies back home, I felt bored, alone, and held back.

But with my new wealthy friends, I felt excited, inspired, and fully supported to think big and try new things.

So I began to wonder what the difference was between my buddies back home and these new wealthy friends I had recently made.

More than anything, the first thing that seemed apparent was that my new wealthy friends didn’t seem like anomalies or like they had any sort of special innate gifts that naturally gave them super powers.

But rather, they had a DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT MINDSET on how life worked and what was possible for their own.

They had a set of MENTAL TOOLS (or strategies) that they leveraged to do things that others couldn’t, which gave them the power and freedom to create extraordinary lives.

A man with physical tools could build a house or fix a car.

But a man with the right MENTAL TOOLS, could do anything!

And so I became obsessed with studying how rich people think (their mindset!).

And after a few years of reading, studying, and breaking it all down, I found many distinct differences between how rich people think and how my buddies back home think.

Here are just a few of them…

[NOTE: Please realize that the following differences and characteristics mentioned below are a massive generalization. But a generalization I’ve found to be true more often than not. And, just like any other group of people, there are rich people who are complete douche bags. Nevertheless, even self-made rich douche bags have a set of beliefs, traits, and skills, that allow them to achieve such riches.]

  • Rich people see opportunities. My buddies back home see obstacles.
  • Rich people see potential growth. My buddies back home see potential loss.
  • Rich people focus on rewards. My buddies back home focus on the risks.
  • Rich people focus on what they want. My buddies back home focus on what they DON’T want.
  • Rich people see money as a tool to increase their options, freedom, and quality of life. My buddies back home see money as “the root of all evil.”
  • Rich people are willing to act in spite of fear. My buddies back home let fear stop them in their tracks.
  • Rich people see freedom and financial independence as the only way to live. My buddies back home think becoming free and financially independent is either impossible or too much work.
  • Rich people make money by producing results for others—regardless of the time spent (or not spent!). My buddies back home make money by selling their most valuable and non-renewable asset—time.
  • Rich people see work as a way to do what they love to do while serving others. My buddies back home see work as a painful experience necessary to pay bills and survive.
  • Rich people are great at promoting themselves and their business(es) or ventures. My buddies back home don’t believe in themselves enough to promote themselves or their ventures, and don’t want to be “too salesy.”
  • Rich people focus on appreciation, gratitude, and serving others. My buddies back home constantly complain, criticize, and condemn others.
  • Rich people have big libraries. My buddies back home have big TV’s.
  • Rich people are life-long learners who see education as enjoyable and incredibly beneficial in every aspect of life. My buddies back home stopped educating themselves after high school or college because they see education as boring and only went to school to get a job.
  • Rich people constantly ask questions. My buddies back home constantly make assumptions.
  • Rich people see traveling as a way of life so they can expand their mind and experiences. My buddies back home see traveling as a two week vacation so they can escape their work, and really, their normal day-to-day lives.
  • Rich people leverage debt to buy up assets such businesses, stocks, investment properties, etc, so they can build wealth and financial freedom. My buddies back home use debt to buy up liabilities such as big homes, new cars, flashy boats, etc, so they can show off to their friends and end up spending the rest of their lives trapped under a mountain of debt.

As you can see, the rich friends I met on this journey thought much differently than my buddies back home, which is exactly why they’re able to produce more freedom and abundance in their lives compared to the average Joe.

The money and wealth didn’t come first. What came first was a shift in their mindset, perspective, and overall self-awareness.

However, what I learned from Justin and his rich friends WASN’T ENOUGH to produce a truly fulfilling life.

In fact, there’s something I haven’t told you yet, which I’m about to share with you now…

Like I mentioned above, the main reason why Justin was on this big vacation was to get his mind off his recent divorce.

But what I haven’t told you yet is that many times during our adventures he would suddenly break down into tears over the divorce and losing his wife, who he loved dearly.

It would often send him into bouts of rage, anger, and sadness, which he unsuccessfully dealt with by drinking himself into oblivion.

What this taught me was that, you can be super successful and wealthy, but still feel miserable.

In other words, obtaining success and financial freedom alone ISN’T ENOUGH to produce lifelong freedom, happiness, and fulfillment.

On the outside, you can seemingly have everything in the world. But on the inside, still feel like shit.

I learned that freedom doesn’t begin externally, it begins internally! It begins from within!

So, in order to achieve a consistent state of happiness or fulfillment, the first thing we need to do is learn how to manage our mental and emotional state.

Because, after all, that’s what we’re REALLY after!

What we truly want ISN’T material shit, money, or fame… although it may seem like that on the surface.

Rather, what we REALLY want are the PLEASURABLE EMOTIONS we believe we’ll FEEL by obtaining material shit, money, or fame.

We want to feel good. And we think the security, stuff, status, lovers, etc, will make us feel that way.

But, in reality, you have the power within you to feel incredible WITHOUT buying or achieving a single thing!

What this means is that you don’t have to wait until you become a millionaire to be happy.

You don’t have to wait until you find some hottie to be with.

You don’t have to wait until you have a six pack to be happy.

You can choose to be happy RIGHT NOW!

And the better you feel, the more EMPOWERED you’ll feel.

And the more empowered you feel, the FASTER and EASIER it’ll be to achieve your goals and the quality of life you ultimately desire, because you’ll have access to emotional steam that’ll power you through any obstacle that stands in your way.

How do I know? Because I’m living proof.

After working on my mindset and implementing the concepts I’ve shared with you today, along with other concepts we haven’t discussed yet, I was able to dramatically change my life in a relatively short period of time (between a few months to a few years, depending on the change and outcome I desired).

I went from being stuck in one location working a miserable job as a bartender…

…to starting and running an online business that affords me the mental, physical, and financial freedom to do what I want, when I want, where I want, with whom I want, as much as I want.

I call this new way of life… Ultimate Freedom Lifestyle!

UFL is not about sitting on a beach the rest of your life sipping mojitos. Let me save you the suspense—that’s boring af!

It’s about living life on your terms and never having to settle again!

In the past 5 years, this new mindset and philosophy has empowered me to…

  • Live in NYC, Miami, LA, Las Vegas, Denver, Atlanta, Key West, Puerto Rico, and Medellin, Colombia.
  • Bike across the country twice (NYC to Miami in 2013 & NYC to LA in 2014) for a cause I created called, Bike To Believe.
  • Be offered the fortunate opportunity to work with an up-and-coming published author to help him market his new book, which included being personally coached by Ryan Holiday, a genius mind and the youngest Marketing Director of a Fortune 500 company ever (American Apparel).
  • And, most importantly, my new mindset and lifestyle has offered me peace of mind and the ability to control the quality and outcome of my life—rather than having it be dictated by stress and anxiety, asshole managers, lack of money and resources, and negative unambitious people.

My name is Kurshot and my goal is to free you for life. If you’d like to get more stuff like this, subscribe to my free newsletter below. Plenty more to come!


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