Buenos Aires. Pouring rain. Running late to an investor pitch. The Uber was already stuffed. I looked at my watch. If this choice felt heavy, then scaling a novel privacy system to actual venture scale, the kind that rewrites how our kids define and exchange value, would flatten me. So I eyed the truck bed. Naval would probably laugh at the gap between what actually happened and the narrative I was already building around it, then say that gap is where every startup quietly lives. Of course he would. Simple. Polished. Good for Twitter. He’d probably close the round on that line alone. Man, what a fucking guy. So, yeah, I exercised agency under constraint or whatever. It was the easiest investment I ever made. Speedrun Argentina with us if you’re feeling the FOMO, and catch me at the Privacy Pools booth tomorrow for whatever lesson I convinced myself was hidden in that ride.