Due to my job as a bartender at a cocktail bar I bump elbows with a lot of fucking randoms. As a result I have a lot of friends in tech, working with ai, in the financial sector, with SpaceX, etc. Some of them are sensible and optimistic. Some of them are deluded and insufferable Bitcoin maxi’s with no personality. But one of these dudes is my favorite. He dresses like a mystical crazy person, is obsessed with Dune and refers to himself as a spice lord, he’s ALWAYS on 5+ grams of mushrooms, and his view of the world is incredible and insane. Very much wrapped up in one-world government conspiracies. I’d normally write someone like this off as someone I’d turn away if they tried to come into my bar, but he keeps popping in at work looking like the FBI is after him, giving me incredible financial advice, and ghosting immediately. Last year he helped me set up a Coinbase account and gifted me $666 worth of ETH to fuck around with. One day he popped in, looked around nervously, and was like “put every penny you have in QNT right now. You’re gonna sell it in about a month. I just put $60,000 in. Sell in September. Sell everything.” So I humored him and put a couple hundred in. And a few weeks later that shit skyrocketed from $80 to almost $500. And a week after that he invited me to a house party at a new house that he bought with cash.
Not sure what the moral of the story is here. My luck is shit and I don’t see my spice lord very often anymore. I’ll be the last one hodling on. Crypto is a rollercoaster and throwing a little coin at it here and there has kind of freed me from giving a fuck about money altogether. I was up $16,000 in the fall, I’m down almost $4,000 right now. If it all went away tomorrow I’d be fine. Kind of makes the shitty tip days at work inconsequential.