I was running marketing for a publicly traded company when I could barely do anything. This is a job for like a 53 year old seasoned like person that's been through the ringer and you're freaking 20 years old. It was totally insane. And were you making a shit out of money too? No, not really. That was sort of his thing. He would give you the keys to the kingdom, but not really pay you. But basically, like at one point, my wife was like, fuck this. I'm out. Like all I wanted to do is be a writer and I'm destroying myself. You mentioned moral compass, right?