Did I really want to be the Willy Loman figure, coming home after a shitty day at work, having a beer, but thinking it all worthwhile after staring into Zoë’s eyes, and then glumly taking the boss’s shit (again) the next day? Because that’s what it would be when we slapped the Bay Area mortgage, date night in Palo Alto, and two preschools onto the cash-flow statement.
