All I could hear was generic bschool-kid garbage
I hadn’t seen my friend Joe in four, maybe five years when we randomly ran into each other last winter. We began hanging out regularly and he would always bring up this one friend from his fraternity who he believed would be a great author for The Sexy Politico (TSP). The Sexy Politico is a client of Argo Labs, the business I confounded last July, but we’re not apart of the new author process; so we told him to have his friend email the Editor or Publisher at TSP to get started. Joe didn’t want that. Joe insisted either Marikha (my partner both in business and in life) or I have direct contact via phone, video, email, or whatever.