Books are like our Selves. It’s hard for our loved ones to unsee the ugly first drafts. —ForbesNash.com, recovering #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author
In 2021, shortly after **[our father’s death](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Forbes_Nash_Jr.)**, my brother Wyoming and I changed our names, deleted our social media profiles, and went undercover to infiltrate the world’s largest gathering of capitalists. In a Nevada desert, we came across an eclectic and extraordinary band of songwriters, screenwriters, jokewriters, codewriters, copywriters and — ahem — underwriters.
We concluded that the world was too broken to change, so we decided to create a new one, and invite the world into it.
We wrote a book about this new world, scored it like a musical, and titled it THE BILLIONAIRE’S CAMPFIRE: A “True” Story about Culture, Capitalism, Community, and Coming Home.
It’s being trickled out this year, in advance of being served to an aching world at The World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland next year.
Here's a preview of the cover art for our subscribers-only blog and invitation-only podcast. If you're wondering how I joined this remarkable group of writers, keep reading below the image.
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“Forbes Nash is not a rich narcissist. but he does play one on television.”
— *RiverfrontTim.com, PR stuntman and shockjock “podcast jockey” (PJ) on SONGA.FM*
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Before I belonged, I didn’t. I was a data miner who wrote the disgracebook algorithms that made media less social. I was the son of an oil miner in a small field in the plains of West Texas. You might know the company I cofounded by a different name. I bet you use the platform I built too — probably even a little bit too much. Well, I used your data. And I became the company’s CMO, the Chief Marketing Officer, but I was later reviled as its Chief Manipulation Officer, because my algorithms manipulated—and sold—
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I had hoped to create joy and connection in the world, but I was paid handsomely by our Shareholders at Sequoia Capitol™ on the bottom line, so I drove traffic to our platform using the emotions that sold best—Anger and Division, Hate and Fear.
When we started scrolling, we stopped livin’, and lovin’. When my heart and life grew dark, I finally lost my Self.