Diary of a Noob: where is all this free money I've been hearing about?

callumbo@newsletter.paragraph.com (Callumbo ) — Fri, 21 Jan 2022 14:29:21 GMT

My bloodline have a patchy history with investing, our generational balance sheet has so much red on it you could print it off and sell it to Spanish matadors. Despite what history may tell us we’ve always been on the frontline of FOMO. First out the trenches and into no mans land. It wasn’t bullets we were catching though, it was timeshares in Torremolinos. I remember quite vividly, sitting in an air conditioned conference room in the Costa Del Sol. Listening to a slick haired, slippery, sales gimp masquerading as the answer to all of our prayers ask my Dad “Do you like the idea of going on holiday whenever you want, wherever you want?”. Well what are you going to say to that, no? Get a grip mate, how about you take all of my money and we shake on a deal today? Yep, thought so.

Facts are facts and I am my fathers son. The executor of those who have FOMO’d before me and their will and testament is my duty in this life and the next. We all know YOLO, YOLO is a statement of fact unless you’re on some Buddhist type hype but even then your spirit lives on, your bags do not. And I’ll keep it 100, bags are being stacked as we speak, goddamit they been stacked, I’m the stackmaster. It’s all very well stacking bags though, but what good are stacks of bags without opportunity? They ain’t shit and I tell you what I’ll even put that on God fr fr. So here we are with some stacked bags, a history of FOMO, a cast iron belief of YOLO and an article about a 12 year old that made $6 million selling JPEG files. Go figure?

Is this the snake oil I’ve been hearing all about? My family have always been great procurers of snake oil and it’s many iterations, could I now take this opportunity and live out my destiny? The difference between my father and I, is there is no slick, slippery sales gimp to sell me a dream. It’s inside me now, a manifestation of everything that has happened, everything that has led me to this point in life. I have many gurus and only one instinct, these are my guides, this and a blatant disregard for calm, logical analysis. So thats it then… Web3 I am here, at your mercy, here to be shilled into oblivion, riding down the risk road with my tolerance on high. So please humble reader, come with me on this journey as I stumble through this vipers den, a pilgrim arriving at Plymouth Rock trying not to get REKT.

Yours,

Callumbo