November 18, 2021 - Barclays

The plan was simple: meet outside Barclays at nine. You bring the merch. I bring the money. I told you, I'll wear aviator glasses and a giant sombrero. You said you'd wear a light blue jacket with a gold chain. You thought the sombrero would be too much, but I had worn it for other deals and it made the difference. The plan was simple, but the deal wasn’t. You called it a high stakes exchange, but I knew it was something else. The stakes meant zilch. Deal or no deal, the ten minutes we’d stand outside Barclays that night –– you with the merch and me with the money –– would be our last chance. Period. I didn’t like it. You hated it. But we understood.