Real story of my close friend
He invested $130,000 in altcoins in 2023.
His $130k turned into $840,000.
He didn't sell because he wanted $1 million.
It's now $2,300 after the recent crash.
He didn't cash out a single dollar and regrets it.
I’ve taken a lot of hits, and I’ve deserved some of them. I beat myself up over them more than you can imagine.
But the grace people have shown me here is truly humbling.
Some of the kindest words have come from the people you’d least expect.
And for that I am so grateful.
This isn’t about me. It’s about every person in recovery who shows up and tries again.
And to everyone still in the fight tonight: you are not alone, I see you.
@ShadowSamaCid@honter_boden Tell your brother to vote for someone who truly wants what’s best for the vast majority of us. I’ve never run for anything in my life, and I’m happy keeping it that way. But thank you Shadow I’m honored.
Things most Americans agree on:
Groceries cost too much.
Tariffs suck and make no sense.
Congress and Presidents shouldn’t trade stocks.
The debt is a mess.
The border should be secure, but legal immigration is good.
Endless wars are stupid, especially ones that nobody wants and have never been explained.
Americans are exhausted.
AI is like my new best friend that also might be trying to take my job, my ability to think for myself, and my humanity in the process. Yo like I love you, but WTF, but I still love you.
Diversity is actually awesome! The opposite is boring AF.
Canadians are super fucking cool.
Mexicans are chill.
Putin isn’t a good guy looking out for America’s best interest. Rocky IV and Miracle are great movies.
Good neighbors are a blessing.
Freedom of religion and coexistence without having to blow each other up is probably a good idea.
We all question, are we alone in the universe?
We all fuck up along the way.
Epstein didn’t hang himself.
The Trumps and Epstein were best friends for decades. It’s like Bert trying to tell us Ernie was just an acquaintance in the same social scene on Sesame Street back in the day.
The Cowboys suck. Go Birds!
Things we’re told to fight about:
Me.
Laptop.
Vaccines.
Transgenders in sports.
Pronouns.
That’s the joke.
Glorification? There was zero glory in my addiction. It was truly the most excruciatingly humiliating and degrading experience you could possibly imagine. I wanted to commit suicide almost daliy, but didn’t have the courage for even that. Instead I’d reach for the pipe or the bottle. The cowards way out. The guilt. The shame. The hurt. The absolute misery of it. Yet here I am. And I am not alone. There are millions upon millions of us. We don’t all agree on politics or people or who we root for on Sunday. But we all have the shared experience of walking through that fire and surviving. I chose to live. That’s not a joke.