“Yeah, you’re right, I just don’t know how to do that.”
“Well, complaining about it and not even explaining how you’ve tried is probably an indication of your amount of effort.” Sure, I was taking slight jabs, but that’s what artists do, their art is subjective, reactionary. If there’s no reaction, is there really any art?
“Man, I miss talking to you. You’re right. Mind if we start planning a strategy?”
“Sure, I charge $75/hr, US, none of the exchange rate stuff.”
“Wait, you’re going to charge me?” He was shocked.
“Wait, you’re going to call me out of the blue and ask me to plan your strategy for you with nothing in return? Advice is free. Doing the work for you, that’s a different story.” This is where the line was drawn. I never said he was a friend, but a colleague. I also forgot to mention how, during that case, I did the majority of the work, because I saw a vision and believed in it. After graduation, I chose to move back and be close to my family. His family’s affluent nature landed him a role at my dream job.