Marcia Dorsey ran a coffee shop in the neighborhood and was our supplier of this chocolate stimulant. Marcia was friendly and funny and curious about why we were such massive consumers of this particular product. John told her about our little company, about our recent mistake, and that we did things with computers. “My son likes computers,” she mused. John didn’t miss a beat. “Hey, would your kid like to make $50 the hard way?”
