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As the year ended, and I had to find something to do over the break. I had mentioned my investing success to a colleague, who recommended me to his friend. We’ll call that friend Joe.
Joe was a real salt of the earth guy. Huge. Smelled like shit. But not for lack of hygiene, it was a part of his job. He went around picking up everyone’s shit buckets. He needed help getting the company’s finances in order.
Of course I volunteered.
The work was… unexpected. As it turns out, Joe wanted me to do some money laundering. He and his buddies didn’t just take out the shit buckets, they also ran a smuggling ring. Some of them would poach protected animals. Others would sell opiates around town (what else are people going to do in this wasteland?). They heard about my knowledge of crypto and treated me like some kind of wizard.
Everything was great. But then the dip hit. My portfolio was in the red. I tried to trade again but the magic was gone. I read a few white papers and had considerable assets in coins that just melted away. I was also late on the XRB train and bought in at the top. But I refused to sell, as I didn’t want to succumb the “buy high sell low” /biz/ meme.
I even consulted a local native shaman. I asked her for trading advice. She took some coins out of my pocket and told me that if I challenged them, they would lose all value. Real mystical mumbo jumbo. But I thought – she must be referring to fiat money. The dollar will fall, but only if I challenge it.
