Hey. Well, the article does raise the important point that Silicon Valley is resembling Hollywood, a dream machine where people come to make it huge and most fall by the wayside, and ultimately become mere laborers in the industry.
I don't feel sorry for the boom train guys, I do have a large amount of empathy for them.
The commenter above who noted that you get to a stage saying "same old same old" has hit a nail on a head. There is a rut, and you have no idea if you are leaving opportunity behind by walking away.
My first startup idea left me with no lunch money in a foreign country one day, and I decided that I had to quit. So I started a far less sexy business that brought in dollars almost immediately and has grown nicely. I have learned lots about business from the experience. I did learn from prior failures, I still yearn to learn from huge success. So now I'm a bit bored as the second successful business needs capital injection to grow but it's not 1000x payback business. And I need a hit.
So, I am seriously considering getting into an MNC as a senior employee and using that position to scout for opportunities. A staging ground, as it were.
I hope the boom train guys make it, their product sounds like it's chasing something useful. When I see "machine learning" though I am concerned, as that could be a dead end, dependent on one key programmer delivering. I'm a shareholder in a start-up aiming to do some machine learning, it's not a guaranteed outcome. You need teams of smart guys to play at that level, or else start really niche and simple.
Either way, they've only been at it just over a year and got almost half a million to get started. More than most receive
Finally, I think convertible notes with personal guarantees are a bad idea. I hated seeing a friend paying off his long after he'd gotten a job after his start-up went busto. He was years ahead of Google and Facebook (which was part of the problem) in aspects of his vision, but that is all he can brag about. He has to put on a worn smile when the topic of those four years - with a faithful wife living in a one room shoebox while he pitches over Skype at midnight to corporate prospects everywhere, "Hey buddy, great to hear from you, let me tell you about..." - is brought up, and he's not able to accept the failure completely.
Like many, he got by on dreams and denial until I suppose family called time
I'm relatively fortunate I deluded myself for a mere year. And more fortunate that I realised I could be a success doing something unglamorous