Cocktail napkin
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All that is not flannel, boilerplate or mere verbiage. The key terms, that you hacked out in a still, small moment of clarity, or weakness, when the inspiration struck you and your counterparty, in some nasty bar in a bad part of town, but that through which you clenched the deal. The bit that goes before the throwaway mark that consigns your hopeful — and yes, partly inebriated — aspirations of commercial elegance and clarity to the doom of the meat-grinder: “the lawyers can pin down the details later”.
Here is a curious refutation of a truth that is otherwise universal: that everything before the “but” is bullshit. The cocktail napkin is, by defintion, everything that goes before the “but” and only that, and this case it is anything that comes after it — and make no mistake, torrents will come after it — that is bullshit.
Sometimes called a “termsheet”, the cocktail napkin is the concentrated essence of your deal. Everything of importance — everything needed to confirm that your respective idems reached a consensus is there: you’re done, you are locked, loaded, and all you now need are the legal eagles to wheel in the Machine that goes Ping and smother the whole thing in acres of boilerplate.
Within nine months you’ll be live!