Capital is a virus, if you’re lucky, you’ll be infected as well. It goes around like one of those infected bees in the X-Files. The stinger in the form of a handshake. A damn hallucination with a term sheet.

An anxious, sweaty, AI as his therapist forty something year old VC in his Palo Alto living room just saw a Figma prototype and no code, thinking his career is about to end if he doesn’t send this Stanford virgin ten million dollars tonight. 

Once you’re infected, you better stay infected. Because the only thing worse than this, is being in capital remission.