Day 29 of Moxie Jail. They’re treating me well, as well as can be expected. The food is inedible but I have my writings and my thoughts. I count the rats as they scurry. Some of them I’ve named, one after you: ‘Ratmona.’ 
At night I hear the lamentations of the cursed echoing, the chorus of the damned: ‘I’m not a spammer.’ Do not weep for me for my soul finds solace with God. 

Yours forever, 
0xen

PS
Please respond as I still earn Moxie for responses.

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Dear Oxen 

If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you?

I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Oxen, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. 

Your friend,
Prof

(PS: betting only about 9% of you will get this reference)

building /gmfarcaster network |
blockchain ENT prof |  ⌐◧-◧ Nouncillor, Nouner, BuilderDAO community resident /builder |

https://www.gmfarcaster.com/ 

I knew you'd get it -- Get busy living, or get busy dying.

and 1966 $degen for the lols