Not just another manic monday, it's a Skycoin monday!

               

         Welcome Skycoin fans! So the work week begins anew, but for me it’s just another chance to chill out and enjoy the Skycoin life. It’s hard to imagine that less than 6 months ago I was struggling to pay bills with a dead end job at Lowe’s and now I’m doing whatever I want, all day, every day. This morning, I woke up when I wanted, jumped in the hot tub as usual, soaked for a good hour or so, and jumped out to some delicious gluten-free banana coconut blueberry pancakes waiting for me on the kitchen table. I’m not sure what gluten is exactly, but my girlfriend assures me that it’s going to kill me if I keep eating it. If she only knew about my bacon only diet the year before I met her, she would probably have me on a kale and treadmill diet for the rest of my life. But when a semi truck full of bacon crashes on the freeway in front of your apartment complex and they say, “you guys can take as much as want because it’s all going to spoil anyways,” it’s your moral obligation to fill your car from front to back with bacon.

"Mr. Stiles, you are aware you heart isn't moving, right?"

 After finishing my delicious pancakes with real maple syrup (Skycoin life means no HFCS), I went to go wake up Crazy Pete so I could take him home. By the sound of his snoring coming from the guest bedroom, it sounded like he could have slept another couple hours. I figured I would give him another 5 minutes. That gave me just enough time to check out the price of Skycoin and see how my investment portfolio was doing. It was still at a steady $19-$20 range; another opportunity to buy Skycoin at sale price. I know that this isn’t going to last, so I figured I would buy up another 5000 Skycoins. When Skycoin reaches $8000, I’ll be very glad this opportunity wasn’t wasted.

 Speaking of wasted, I decide it was time to wake up Crazy Pete. If you don't already know, I had met him when I lived in Green & Gold Village Apartments, or as I liked to call it, Green Mold Spillage Apartments. Yeah, this place wasn’t the greatest, but it was all I could afford in Denver on a Lowe’s salary. And it’s all Crazy Pete, my neighbor at the time, could afford on a “painter’s” salary. I put painter in quotations because most times his customers would fire him before he finished the job (and sometimes before he even started). I give him an A+ in effort but an F in reliability. The A+ in effort is because he was willing to carry his paint cans, brushes and tarps with him on the Denver Public Bus. The bus ride is due to the fact that he lost license after his 3^rd DUI. I give the F in reliability because all 3 DUI’s were on the way to one his jobs.

The Tommy "TommyGun" Stiles Alarm Clock

  “Wake up Pete!” I screamed in his face. He didn’t want to wake up after the 5^th time of screaming in his face, so technically I was allowed to use firecrackers. I could’ve went with the m-80 in a coffee can, which gives the “jump 3 feet out of bed” effect. However, this time I decided to go with the much more subtle 500 blackjacks on a cookie sheet. Sure, it might singe some of the linen and Pete’s body hair, but it would also serve as a reminder to Crazy Pete not to drink himself into a coma. I lit it and stood in the doorway. Pop pop pop echoed throughout the house for a good minute or so. Although both mine and my girlfriend’s ears were ringing, Crazy Pete was not fazed and continued to snore right through the sound of 500 exploding black jacks and the resulting beeps of the smoke alarm. This guy could sleep through anything. If I tried anything louder than this, it would probably be risking his life… I had to think about it.

 We were opening all the windows to air the house out when my phone started ringing: it was Connor. For those of you new to the blog, Connor is a software developer friend of mine that I have had a hard time convincing about Skycoin. I would like to say that he is skeptical, but that may be a bit too forgiving. I think it’s more accurate to say that he is scared and naïve. He admitted to me yesterday that he has a fear of taking risks and that he doesn’t need money to be happy, so you be the judge. “Hey Connor, how’s it going buddy?” I answered. He responded in a very dull and monotone voice. I had to remind myself that he was probably in some cubicle, under flickering fluorescent lights, wearing some cheap polo shirt with the company logo plastered all over it. He started asking me about Skycoin. “Well that was faster than I expected!” I responded. A lot of times, when friends and family are resistant to the Skycoin investment opportunity, they eventually come around a week or so later. There is something about a soul crushing job leading to nowhere that makes one want to start researching investment opportunities; that’s what got me turned on to Skycoin!
             “What do you mean?” he asked me. “Connor, you’ve seen my house, you’ve seen my car, you’ve seen my lifestyle. You can only ignore it for so long.” There was no denying it. He was in a job with way too much competition and no room for advancement. He didn’t really have any other profitable skills to speak of and he knew it. I explained to him that now was the time to buy Skycoin. I didn’t want him to live a life of regret when Skycoin jumps up to $8000. If he didn't invest now, he would look back on this day as the "best investment he never made". I didn’t want him ending up like Crazy Pete, sleeping in my guest bedroom in a drunken coma with singed chest hair and shaving cream all over his face (I forgot to mention that one).  I wanted him to live the Skycoin life like me and get out of the rat race. And I want the same for all my readers too. Don’t be a Crazy Pete, be a Skycoin millionaire!