"They Saw a Man in a $5,000 Suit Smashing a Car Window and Thought I Was a Lunatic—Until They Saw the Purple-Faced Toddler I Pulled From the 130-Degree Oven While the Police Were Still Five Minutes Away. It was 114 degrees in Phoenix. The kind of heat that doesn't just burn; it oppresses. It sits on your chest and dares you to breathe. I wasn’t supposed to be in that parking lot. I’m Julian Thorne. People like me—CEOs, venture capitalists, guys trying to close a nine-figure merger—we don’t walk