early 20s, fresh out of school >moved to new city >job is chill, kinda shitty pay, but it’s enough to make rent >haven’t made friends yet so I buy tallboys and drink them on the street with homeless people >met this old black dude Q last week >eating orange chicken with his hands out of a pretzel bag, nothing to wash it down with >very grateful for the Olde English, puts me onto some knowledge >takes me to a secluded spot on the river, we’re just bullshitting >told me if you feed geese alka seltzer they’ll blow up cause they can’t burp >told me Israel controls a majority of US politics by lobbying through AIPAC >told me tap water rots your teeth and that’s why he only drinks Olde English >told me GMC on base is next up >”What the fuck is GMC” >told me it’s internet money, said to look it up >we finish our beers, laugh, feels good to finally have a friend >go home >research gmc >Gamercoin on Base? >retard dev? Community guided? Blue haired anime girl with tits and feet? >holy shit I’m a retard just like this guy >sell my other shitcoins and shove into GMC >community is comfy, prices are comfy >drift off into the first good night of sleep I’ve had in weeks >get off the shift the next day, look for Q >he’s not in the usual spot, walk back to the cut he took me to >lying on the ground in the same spot, probably sleeping off his drunk >walk closer, go to nudge him awake >fuck he’s not breathing >fuck there’s a note on his chest >”THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. DON’T SAY SHIT ABOUT GMC” >drop Olde English tallboys on the ground and run home >cry, mourn Q, but the GMC community warms me up, eventually get to sleep >Had one long dream that night >Q visited me, said to trust in the community >still eating orange chicken and drinking Olde English >wake up, dump everything I’ve got left into GMC Life’s pretty swell now bros. Q’s gone but I’ve got friends in the telegram to fill the hole in my heart