C H A P T E R 1
Underdogs Have Nothing to Lose
I was full-on crying—I’m talking about heaving, ugly, sob- bing, hyperventilating crying—I was twenty-six years old and I thought I’d peaked. I was sitting on the floor Indian style, rocking back and forth, looking out the window of my hotel roomdown onto the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, California. Only two hours earlier, I’d agreed in principle to a deal with two of the biggest stars in the world to help them create a ground-breaking newwebsite, back in the early days of the internet (1994). I’d come from nowhere, with no chance to get it, and I got the deal. It was the ultimate underdog triumph.
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