Santa Claus, you dog

Ya know what I mean?

New PR (Phil Record). Runners run.

SB50 reunion, DT Ring of Honor, Greenlaw active. 250 - a milli by Christmas in play. God bless, go Broncos.

Just had a dream where I was filling out a form that gave me the option to write my bitcoin address for a payment. I simply wrote, “yes :)”

Bitcoin is 6 figures and people are posting, “Buy when there’s blood in the streets.” Gm.

There's something so beautiful about watching this play out over and over and over again. All you have to do it stay humble and stack sats while all these gen-z and millennial retards gamble their lives away with 50-100x leverage. Bipedal humanoids have collectively engineered the best money in our 7 million year history and we have Branston risking it all on the shitcoin du jour. WAKE UP.

S/o to my fellow sickos who endured the crash from $69K to $16K, hodled the whole way down, and backed up the dump truck at the bottom. Cute little drawdown we had today.

Welcome to McDonald's, this is the Luxembourg Sovereign Wealth Fund, how may I take your order?

Luxembourg just applied for a job at McDonald’s

Morgan Stanley getting a nice entry for their clients I see

Maybe the real gold adjusted bitcoin bull market was the friends we made along the way. Gm.

Bitcoin is about to rip our fucking faces off, isn’t it?

250 - a milli by Christmas still in play. Enjoy the panic.

You ever see 67,000 go dead silent? Broncos are back back.

A little over a month until my 3rd marathon. If there’s one thing I’ve learned along the way about training it’s this: Anyone can do a long a Saturday long run. It’s sexy to set a distance PR or beat your best half time. But race day finishes are born on Tuesdays. You wake up and your shins are baked, your knees creak, your hips are barking, and your feet are blistered. Put on the work boots, silence the inner-bitch voice, and grind out a shorty. Saturdays are for the girls, Tuesdays are for champions.

Hand up, I got absolutely drilled by Week 3 of the NFL. We will rebuild.