If your inner critic had a name and a profession…
Jace, never Jason. Went to MIT. Dropped out because he was smarter than the professors, or so he thought. Now is an essential part of Silicon Valley's unique brand of bro culture. Turns every single idea into an app that is acquired for 7 figures. Jace knows that none of my ideas or passions are even remotely scalable to pay for Manhattan's cost of living, and lets me know it often.
