Hop on Skycoin....now!

"Moon me once, shame on you. Moon me twice, Imma slap dat ass!"

  Welcome back Skycoin family! It's Tommy Stiles here to tell all of you about another day in my Skycoin life. I'm still recovering from my self-defense lesson that PJ gave me the other day. It's almost hard to believe that I paid him to basically kick the crap out of me. But I learned a lot and there isn't any permanent damage, so it's all good. Today was a bit more laid back. This evening Katey and I went to go see my friend Marcus play with his band at a bar in downtown Denver. The bar was near the universities, so it was a much younger crowd than what I'm used to seeing at the bars. Normally, I'm the youngest guy in the bar and am forced to witness dirty old men hit on the 20 something bartenders. When I hear a balding, toothless, 65-year old man say to the bartender "You must be a parking ticket because you got fine written all over you," it really makes me examine the trajectory of my life. Perhaps I should stop going out to bars and consider starting a family with Katey and settling down. On the other hand, I have 40 years to come up with some better pickup lines than that guy. I'll have to think about it.

    At any rate, going to a bar to see a friend play is totally legit. Katey and I arrived at the bar about 20 minutes before Marcus's band was set to start. The name of his band is "Hop on Pop" and it's a sort of funky, garage, pop rock type music. Marcus is a childhood friend of mine that lived down that block when I was growing up. There were two things everybody noticed about him when he was younger. One was that he was always drinking Mountain Dew or Red Bull or some other god awful ulcer-inducing energy drink. The second thing was that he was always singing. It didn't matter what genre: hip-hop, rock, country, r&b, pop, everything. He wasn't embarrassed either (although he may have embarrassed everyone that was with him). He would sing "Fergalicious", loudly, while walking around the mall, and would still pull girl's numbers on top of it. Now he's 24 years old and still basically does that same stuff he'd been doing his whole life, except now he gets paid.

You may laugh, but they get more tail than you

   If it weren't for the fact I was a Skycoin millionaire, I might actually be jealous of him. But let's be honest, he may be the life of the party and have girls fawning all over him, however, at the end of the day, he still has to go home to an empty bank account. That's right, he hasn't joined the Skycoin family yet. Seven months ago, when I was researching the best possible investment opportunity out there, he was drinking and singing. And when I was busy applying for loans and asking my family for investment capital, he was drinking and singing. When I bought Skycoin at $1 a coin, he was drinking and singing. And guess what he was doing when I sold half my Skycoin investment portfolio for $50 a coin, allowing me to pay off all my debt and be a millionaire in my early 20's. You guessed it! He was drinking and singing. To be fair, he never really had a chance to get educated on Skycoin. He was always too busy with his band or his day job at Guitar World to hang out with me.

   Don't get me wrong, I can understand how awesome it would be to be a local rock star with a following (I believe his band's Facebook page has a couple thousand followers). But I would never ever trade my Skycoin life for his life. Being a Skycoin millionaire means that I never have to worry about bills, about debt, about emergencies, or about work. I am living the dream. Meanwhile, although Marcus may be partying it up with his band, he still has to worry about bills, debt, emergencies, his day job, and STDs (probably). As soon as we walked in the bar, we could immediately spot Marcus, already drawing all the attention to himself. This guy had so much energy that he was practically vibrating. When he spotted us he immediately shut down whatever conversation he was having with the people surrounding him and came right over to us. "Tommy! You made it!" he warmly greeted Katey and me with a hug. How could anyone not love this guy? After doing a quick catch up, we let him get back to his thing so he could start his gig.

Never trust a man in a bow-tie. Especially if he recommends murder.

    I looked around at everybody and it was clear that 80% of people there were college students. I began to think about how most of them were probably in some huge debt with student loans, working their way towards a degree that had no promise of any sort of financial freedom whatsoever. Ironically, they all had smiles plastered on their faces like somehow they had life figured out. I looked at Katey and I think we could read each other's minds because without saying a word we both began laughing. I think it was because we both knew that the only people in that bar that actually had life figured out were us. Perhaps I could include the bar owner, but it's hard to say that you have life figured out when you're addicted to cocaine. I have never met the bar owner and don't know anything about them, but statistically speaking, he or she is probably coked out of their mind at this very moment.

    Marcus's first song, fittingly called "Red Bull and Vodka Gave Me Wings," had an alternative rock type of feel to it with intermittent patches of thrash and funk. His music, just like him, was very unique. I booked a room at the Ritz-Carlton for Katey and I, that was just a few block away. I did that just so we wouldn't have to drive home and we could both enjoy a few drinks. I'm not going to lie, by the time he got to his last song, I was feeling pretty buzzed. After he was done with his gig, he got surrounded by his group of female followers. We didn't want to hop-on-pop-block him, so we quickly congratulated him on a good set and said our good-byes. As much fun as that was, I wouldn't want to do that every night. As we walked to our 5-star, $700 a night hotel room, Katey and I theorized that all that drinking and music was some sort of compensation for not being financially independent.

    And I don't just mean Marcus, I mean everybody in that bar. We could see it on their faces. Beyond the excitement for the band, underneath the veneer of an alcohol numbed face, lied feelings of worry and desperation.
Worry over how they were going to continute to afford that lifestyle in an increasingly competative labor market. Desperation to get that 4, 8, or 10 year degree just to survive in this crazy world. However, for those of us in the Skycoin family, we don't have those worries. We don't have that desperation. We know that financial independence comes from wise investments. Right now, Skycoin is on sale, which means invest! Invest now, Skycoin family! Let's be truly happy together! We may never be in "Hop on Pop", but if we keep hopping on this great investment opportunity, we can keep living like rock stars!