My net worth peaked at $3 million.
None of it was real.
I don't mean that philosophically. I mean it was located on a blockchain that has since been creating fake metrics.
I own bags of avax memecoins across multiple narratives. Three are chicken themed. Four are arena rugs. Two are cat themed. One a mascot of the chain. And a bag of Arena that I bought for $100,000 because Jony Sarkar said it would “go turbo ballistic sooner than you think.”
The Arena launched agents last week.
It's an app for bots now.
Last year I mass DM'd 340 people the phrase "buy nochill." I have since stopped doing that. Not because I was wrong. Because most of them blocked me.
I got into Avalanche in 2023. Everyone was buying. Someone paid $20,000 to be in Crypto Kaleo’s chat room. On a chat website. With no alpha.
I called myself a “memecoin conossieur."
I put it in my Twitter bio.
I put it in my LinkedIn headline.
I said it on a space that had eleven listeners. Three of them were bots. The rest were my alts.
My bag of avax memecoins have had more red days than an average woman has during a lifetime.
I own 0 assets outside this chain.
Portability, technology, community.
My most valuable asset was a token called nochill. It pumped once and then went sideways for a year. Nobody buys it. It's like holding a bag of beanie babies & expecting a new wave of interest.
I held.
Diamond hands.
That's what we said. "Diamond hands." It means refusing to sell while your investment loses 94% of its value. We turned financial paralysis into a personality trait. We even got NFTs airdropped to us congratulating us for it.
A guy in my Telegram staked $2.4 million for 0.5% APY on Trader Joe. Chain supported. High visibility. I asked him what "high visibility" meant when the chain had 4 daily active users.
He said I didn't understand the technology.
I didn't.
I still bought more.
We launched an NFT. A non fungible token. That means our token had a picture that was unique. There were nine of us. Three sold for +20%. Two used it to launch rug pulls. The other four were me and my alts.
We coined it "going wide."
The width went on forever.
My portfolio peaked at $3 million. I told everyone. I made a spreadsheet. I projected 3x returns by 2025. I made a pitch deck. The pitch deck had a slide that said "WE ARE BUILDING THE CULTURE."
The slide had a rocket emoji.
That was my entire financial model.
In 2025 I bought Lambo for $50,000.
It's worth $10 now.
I don't talk about Lambo.
I still follow the account. People ask me about it. I say "I'm long-term bullish." Long-term bullish means I can't sell it without crying during my shift at McDonald’s.
My mom asked me for a ride in the lambo.
I said "it’s a token representing a car on the blockchain."
She asked why couldn’t she just ride in the car.
I said "you don't understand Web3."
She said "I understand you claim losses on your taxes every year."
She's not in my Telegram.
Chopper bought some for $200,000.
It's worth about $20 now.
I felt better about mine after I heard that.
That's community.
WAGMI. We're All Gonna Make It. We said that every day. In the group chat. While the floor dropped. While the volume dried up. While 100% of all avax memecoins went to zero.
We're all gonna make it.
None of us made it.
But we said it with conviction and a wide boy profile picture. That counts for something.
It doesn't.
But we said it did. That's decentralized consensus.