“what’s OKKA’s end goal?”
“what would you sell it for?”
“who would you sell it to?”
my only exit strategy is death.
imma be riding this cart till the wheels fall off.
OKKA is my baby and ill be fucked if i let anyone else raise it.
in a world full of PE, VC, and various other annoying parasitic acronym professions, i want to ignore all that noise and bullshit, and build my thing. no outsiders. no patagonia qtr zip kooks checking in quarterly from their high horse while we’re in the trenches.
i’m acutely aware there are people in those fields who know infinitely more than i do. who could open doors i can’t even knock on currently.
but there’s something inherently icky to me about the idea of some faraway fuckwit exerting even an inkling of control over OKKA just because he had access to mummys coin purse.
get in the trenches with me or get the fuck out the way.
i’m here to learn. here to experiment. and this is my passion project.
so,
my only exit strategy is death