So they finally started throwing money at me.
Which makes things a bit more complicated, but is hopefully just another manifestation of the fate-based decision making I'm hoping to employ.
Just repeat after me: 'I will not sell out.' 'I will not sell out.'
And then sell out dreams of Portugese surfing, and Albanian granaries and finnish ruck-sacks. I need my conscience's to get back from the land of californian plenty.
ah well. I suppose I can always take it out on the hamptons.....