Decade ago, stupid startup, trying to get work done.

Cell phone rings, it's my sibling, Quumble.

Hadn't spoken to him in a while.

He want to lay out some wild story. Nothing he says makes sense. It's all squirrel biscuits. Alarming. Sounded spun to me.

Hustled myself to empty meeting room, closed door, grabbed paper pad, started writing notes.

I asked neutral-voice questions, getting more cuckoo story.

Doing elicitation on him.

His tone deranged.

Disappointment.

Ugly moment.