Amiga

I didn’t turn around. “What you need is someone to kick your ass and make you take this project seriously.”

“What makes you think I’m not taking this seriously? Look at all the time we put in…”

“And it will all go to waste if we don’t run this like a business.”

“But that would take all the soul out of it.”

I turned and stomped towards him.

“You know what takes the soul out of things for me? Getting screwed! I’m not going to see a penny of that $10,000, am I?”

“So, is it the money you care about?”

“I have a car loan, credit card bills, long-distance phone charges, and insurance. My first student loan payment is coming due. And I can’t pay those with soul!”

“If you want, I can write you a check…”

“I want is to know I’m not wasting my time working with you. I want to know that when we finish this program—this program that means so much to you—that others will buy it and reward us for our hard work. This is your dream, Peter. Your dream! I want you to give a fuck about it!”