The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon, but MJ’s eyes were already burning from the blue light of his computer screen. At twenty-six, he was living the "Slowlane" dream: a stable job, a modest apartment, and a 401(k) that promised he’d be rich—right around the time he’d be too old to enjoy it.
For months, he lived on ramen and caffeine, teaching himself to code. His friends called him crazy for quitting his "secure" job. They were busy saving 10% of their paychecks and waiting for the weekend. MJ was building a "Fastlane" vehicle. The Millionaire Fastlane: Crack the Code to Wea...
"What do you do?" MJ asked, unable to contain his curiosity. "I invent software," the man replied simply. The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon,