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I thought to myself: fate rewards the daring. Crypto would always beat Fiat in the end. Those bold enough to see that would win big. I started chain smoking and taking caffeine pills, staying up all night trading. There was a period at the beginning of December where I didn’t sleep for a week straight.
But I fucked up /biz/. Like Icarus I flew too close to the sun.
One day, at work, I fell asleep at my desk. My dog Bandit must have wandered off, because when I awoke, he was dead. One of the guys had accidentally ran him over. I was devastated.
I started to drink like I’d never drank before. I’d go through the thousands of dollars of expensive wines, binge drinking and trading and browsing /biz/. In early-January I had an idea: I would invest my company’s money. They had a lot of money. More than I could make in my lifetime if I kept teaching. XRP had been hitting new highs, and I thought it was a safe investment. I went all in.
Around that time I passed out at work after a particularly bad bender. I was also bleeding out my nose after snorting too many caffeine pills. I woke up in a hospital in a city far to the south. I was fine, but I’d been out for a few days. By the time my hospital stay was over, and I made it back north, it had been just shy of a week.
When I got back and checked my crypto portfolio, I vomited. It had plummeted. I came to my senses and convinced myself it was a temporary fluctuation. I spent my time resting and letting the market sort itself out – time in the market was better than timing the market, I told myself.
A few more days passed and I just couldn’t take it. The siren song of crypto was calling. I panic sold all of the XRP. I had lost an unimaginable amount of money.
I put it all into Bitcoin. But I had not hit rock bottom yet.
