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Post 6 – Eight Years Lost, One Moment Found For the next eight years my life became a cycle. Prison. Halfway houses. Treatment. Failure. Back to prison. Every time I thought I had a grip, it slipped. As an inmate, all I really did was expand my network. I tried to build up a new kind of kingdom behind the walls, but the truth is I lost my momentum. I sank deeper into addiction than ever before. It was not until the end that something inside me finally broke. For the first time, I started wanting something different. In my last treatment program, I was introduced to Celebrate Recovery. That is where I first encountered Jesus in a real way. I had heard of Jesus. I just did not know Jesus. And then it happened. I cannot explain it with logic. All I know is that I had a spiritual awakening. An encounter with God. From that moment on, everything changed. The mask I had been hiding behind for years shattered. The cycle that had chained me down for so long started to crack. My life has never been the same. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time.

Post 5 – The Collapse By mid 2011, the walls were closing in. Friends were dying. Others were getting locked up. Everyone hoped for the former, because prison looked like a life sentence of misery. The cops were squeezing tighter. So I did what I called retiring. Rehab. I left town, tried to put the mask away, and attempted a real life. For almost a year it looked like maybe I could pull it off. But addiction does not care about good intentions. I relapsed. In desperation, I tried to break into a pharmacy. That was the day everything shifted. I was charged with my first felony. Four to six years. I thought I could do my time, get out, and start over. But the cycle was already in motion. While I was on parole, I made another mistake. Forgery. I cashed one of my dad’s checks. It was not just another charge. It was betrayal. Family. That decision added another two to four years. Eight years total. Eight years of watching my life get rewritten by choices I thought I could control. I used to think the drugs were the prison. Then I learned there was another one waiting, built out of bars, concrete, and lost years. And what happened inside those walls… that is a story of its own. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time

Post 4 – When Winning Was Losing After I dropped out of high school, I got my GED. I scored high enough on the GED and ACT that a D2 school still honored my scholarship, just on hold for the first year. If I proved I could keep my grades up, I would earn it back. But I did not even last two months in college. I walked away. That is when the mask shifted again. I was not a student anymore. I was not an athlete. I was a full-time dealer. And at first, it looked like I had made it. Cash stacked up. Cars. Parties. People respected me, or at least, they respected the product I carried. Cocaine was my main hustle, but I kept everything in rotation. Pills. Weed. Oxy. Even heroin. A one-stop shop. From the outside, it looked like I was winning. I had what I thought I wanted: money, attention, control. But underneath, the decay was setting in. Heroin was not in the background anymore. It was daily. Meth slipped in too. What started as managing the high turned into managing withdrawals. And no amount of money covered the rot eating through me. That life lasted three years. Three years of looking untouchable. Three years of telling myself I was on top. But every empire built on sand eventually crumbles. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time.

Primal (Nostr) is going to take over the internet. #nostr #primal #damus #nostur

Love Bitcoin. Value Family More. Bitcoin is powerful. It’s freedom, innovation, and a way to take control of your financial future. Loving it makes sense. But no matter how far it goes, family still matters more. Bitcoin can grow your net worth. Family grows your heart, your strength, and your purpose. One builds wealth. The other builds legacy. Stack your sats. Learn everything you can. Win big. But always show up for your people. Call your parents. Be there for your partner. Spend time with your kids. Keep building a life that holds value in every way. Never stop growing your family. That’s the real long-term investment. #Bitcoin FamilyFirst #RealWealth #StayGrounded

Post 3 – Cracks in the Mask I was still getting offers. Division 2 football scholarships were coming in. A couple Division 1 schools were offering probationary walk-on spots with scholarships on the table if I proved myself. Coaches saw potential. They saw the athlete. What they didn’t see was how far gone I already was. If I had kept my grades up, the D1 doors would’ve been wide open. But I wasn’t focused on school. I wasn’t focused on anything except staying high and keeping the image alive. By this point, I was fully addicted to opiates. It wasn’t recreational anymore. It wasn’t for fun or rebellion. It was survival. I had moved past snorting. Now I was smoking it. I needed it just to feel level. Heroin started creeping in. Not openly. Nobody was calling it that yet. But it was there. Quiet. In the background. Like a shadow waiting its turn. And it didn’t feel like a hard line anymore. The stuff we said we’d never touch had already worked its way into the routine. Then 2008 hit. And everything changed. My family had been running on credit and image. And when the crash came, that credit ran out. Everything they’d been hiding got ripped wide open. The big house didn’t mean anything anymore. The mask we’d all been wearing stopped working. And right as our family was being exposed financially, my secret life started getting exposed too. Word started getting around. School. Coaches. Family friends. My parents couldn’t keep pretending anymore. And the pressure blew the whole thing up. They got divorced. And when people asked why, they didn’t hold back. It was because of me. Because of my drug use. That’s what they said. Everything fell apart at once. And I still wasn’t ready to stop. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon Dirt Over Diamonds It’s not a comeback story. It’s the truth, one post at a time.

Post 2 – The Gap Got Bigger Even while everything was slipping, I kept winning. I was still killing it in sports. Still showing up and performing. Still making people proud on the surface. From the outside, it looked like I had it together. Better than most. But on the inside, I was digging a hole I didn’t know how to climb out of. The gap between who I was and who I pretended to be just kept getting bigger. Getting my driver’s license changed everything. That’s when I really got loose. More freedom. More distance. And less reason to go home. That’s when I started selling. It wasn’t just me. I had a few close buddies and we kind of came up together. We each picked our product, and we built this little system that made way too much sense for a bunch of messed-up teenagers. We weren’t just using anymore. We were building something. A routine. A hustle. A way to keep the feeling going and the money moving. Most drugs were on the table. Pills, weed, coke, psychedelics. Whatever worked. We told ourselves we had standards. Lines we wouldn’t cross. “We’ll never do heroin” became something we’d say out loud to feel better about what we were already doing. But painkillers… those became a necessity. Not a party thing. Not an escape. Just something to feel normal. Something to take the edge off of everything else we were avoiding. And through all of that, I was still showing up to practice. Still performing. Still making just enough of the right moves to keep the mask in place. But it was getting harder to hold both lives together. And I didn’t realize it yet, but the clock was already ticking.

Post 1 – The Golden Boy That Wasn’t People thought I had it all. I grew up just outside Denver in a nice neighborhood. Big house. Clean clothes. Played sports and was good at them. Teachers liked me. Coaches leaned on me. Other parents thought I was the kid doing everything right. But inside the house, it was different. My mom was mentally unstable and took it out on us. My dad was barely around and pretty much had a second life going. But the biggest thing in our home wasn’t love, it was status. That’s what mattered most. How things looked. What people thought. So I played the part. I smiled. I competed. I kept it together just enough to look the part. But I was already slipping. Angry. Lost. And by 15, I was living a double life. Now look, this isn’t a victim story. I had everything I needed to do it right. I had natural intelligence. I had charisma. I was athletic. If I’d stayed focused and used what I had instead of chasing everything that didn’t matter, life could’ve looked a whole lot different. But I didn’t. I chose the chaos. I got deep into drugs and lies and that whole world. But on the outside, I kept showing up just enough to fool the adults. I ran that game for a long time. Post 2 coming soon. The fire had already started. I just hadn’t felt the heat yet.

Post 0 — The First Real One I’ve posted some random stuff here before. Nothing real. This is the first post that matters. I’m Seth. I grew up in a Denver suburb. Big house, sports, good kid on the outside. But inside, everything was a mess. By 15, I was dipping my toes in the drug world. I began to burn down everything that looked good on paper. This series is called CooperSpoon Dirt Over Diamonds. I was raised with a silver spoon and chose the dirt instead. I found myself in the middle of all that chaos. I’m gonna share 6 to 8 stories. Not pretty. But real. Then I’ll talk about what life looks like now slower, simpler, honest. #Bitcoin If any of that hits you, stick around. Let’s see where this goes. #reallife #lowtimepreference

We’ve chosen to live on a single income so my wife can stay home and raise our child. It means we live simply and don’t often spend on ourselves. But after saving since the Christmas before last, we finally got something we’ve been talking about for a long time. A new mattress!! We’re a modest family and don’t need much, but we honestly didn’t realize how much we needed this. The difference it’s made is incredible. I know this is gay post, but I’m genuinely blown away by how life-changing a good mattress can be.

GM! I need some recommendations for eye protection. I’m on a computer all day and it’s starting to wear my eyes out.

GM Nostr

Why do you have to be a gamer to be accepted into the Pc world?

GM! Bitcoin makes work worthwhile. Family makes life beautiful. One gives purpose to the grind. The other gives meaning to t

Lets the cleansing began!! #Bitcoin was getting insanely grifty.

I’m over all the noise about the bitcoin price and who is buying. I got into bitcoin to build something real, not to obsess over distractions that don’t matter.

There is no country like energy country.

If stacking Bitcoin is more important to you than building a family. You’ve been mislead. Stay humble build legacy. #bitcoin #legacy

When are we going to develop an OS/distro?I know we have Linux. But I feel like Bitcoiners could build a legit distro.