I’ve met most of my heroes.

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I was a strange kid. As a young adult growing up on Maui, I was fortunate enough to come accross the writing of some people who lived differently.

Dudes who are world- dominating thought leaders now were just bursting on to the scene.

The same year I read Tim Ferriss’ “Four Hour Workweek”, I stumbled on this travel blog written by this nerd named Tynan. Tynan was, and still is, a blogger who likes to experiment in alternative ways of living.

Inspired by Tynan’s blog I sold all my stuff and lived out of a 28L backpack for years, and would later move into a tiny RV, just like him.

As luck would have it, a few months after I moved to San Francisco, he rented an RV parking spot just down the street. I’d been a long-time reader but we’d never actually met in person.

One day I got the bravery to write him an email to see if he might like to meet up for tea. I couldn’t believe it when he said yes, and within the week I was sitting across from him at the sadly now closed Samovar Tea Room.

The long tail of the Internet has enabled things like this to happen. Now just because your hero is across the world, doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance of meeting.

The next time I would see Tynan would me my 19th birthday. Tynan and his friend Todd somehow got my address and crashed my birthday party. I don’t think I’ve ever been more speechless.