I used to do construction for a living.  Hard work, real grimy, sweat in your eyes type of shit.  I once had a job building a condo for a real rich family, the kind of wealth that would make your eyes roll back trying to count all the zeroes in their net worth.

I lost $200 on a coin called “Boinbase” and now my mom is hurting me badly using a frying   Pan

I remember one day, I asked the father of the house how they got to be the kings of this damn hill we call Earth.  He looked at me with a glimmer in his eye.  Buddy, he said to me, I'm your dad.  That's when I realized I was getting adopted by my dream family.

My dream quickly turned to a nightmare when he started making me sit in front of the computer buying all sorts of coins for him.  Brett, Normie, and even Boinbase.  Told me I had to learn what a dollar was worth.  I remember I'd see Photon in my damn dreams.

One time, he told me to buy a coin called "Degen."  I was like, degen, is that what you're doing?  I flashed him a cheeky smile.  He looked at me dead on and boxed my ears until I said the safeword.  That's when I learned Base is serious business.