I know a guy in Chicago Heights, Illinois that spent his adult life working around the clock in a small, LOUD, mind-numbing factory that makes those little coffee creamer cups we all get for free at diners.

How modest would an OG's life story be if they never had bitcoin-price-is-halving woes to cope with?

#perspective

3 to 4 "cats" per year are not (yet) known to also be kicked by HODL.

Let us now bow our heads in a moment of silence for all those unleashed, tail-wagging dogs with a puppy mindset that didn't know not ALL people are delighted to be greeted by them with their indiscriminate love.

I would be sure Rebecca Black's song & video is AI generated if Friday came out this year.

Enter, Act 3.... 📽🎬📣🎞🤓

"Deep down, since way back when, I somehow always just knew I was meant for a special kind of greatness my fellow man couldn't understand."

-- American Hodl (a month-ish ago)



"Stay humble...."

-- Matt Odell

I convinced my landlord to take the monthly rent via bitcoin when it was in the $120Ks.

He's asking me for comfort in the $60Ks now. I retold the story Mike Maloney shared about the Weimar Republic.

In one of his YT vlogs, he shared a gold price chart as that government was easing into hyperinflation. It showed, like a Richter scale's needle, gold price spiking, then tanking, then spiking, then tanking, and so on.

In the death throes of paper money, the ensuing chaos experienced very turbulent price discovery.

Strike?

River?

Gemini?

ItBit?

Whatever became of that demonstration of using the Lightning network for livestream communications?

I was a 25 year old doorman at the Axis & Radius nightclub in Scottsdale, Arizona. It was where the rich and famous people went. Sammy Sossa, Mike Tyson, George Cloney, Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Kid Rock, Jackson Browne, et cetera.

I had already decided my super power would be impeccable integrity and trust. Because that seemed so rare among people, I thought well-to-do people would cherish me for it with employment.

For example, one night, as the line to get inside the club went around the block, someone trying to impress his out-of-town friends offered me $5,000 cash to bypass the line. He was astonished I politely asked them to wait their turn like everyone else. I was only earning $8 USD per hour and was desperately poor. But still, I thought me not being for sale would become a priceless reputation for my future.

Nobody cared. Not then. Not later. All those rich and famous people that knew me then; not one ever told me they could use such a trustworthy person in their lives, surrounded by so many fake, smiling, opportunists.

Now, when I see a wealthy man pontificate from his social media megaphone about how much he values people that can't be bought, all I hear is another Pretender speaking about nobility no different than the grandstanding politician.

That does look like how I imagine a child raised in Army housing would grow up.

Seems to me being an "Army brat" as they say; that would be a big part of his life experiences and that he'd be more inclined to speak of those memories.

I heard Epstein was first a school teacher.

Why haven't any of his students come forward with their yearbooks and classroom stories of him?

For his infamous as he is, and as persistent people are to learn more about him, why zero coverage on his school teacher years?

I wish I kept all the receipts of people telling everyone the odds of a solo miner finding the next block were so astronomical.