Dear Nostriary,
Day 13 buried deep in the fiat mines. It’s currently midnight and all the family is asleep peacefully. I’m working on an critically important $10m proposal and enjoying one of my favorite 14yr scotches, but for some reason all I can think about is my Nostr family and how I have been away for far too long. I now long for the day in which I can see the light of a Pleb hug, Zap a few plebs, and be with my people. Those around me feel trapped in the mines too. I fell that I am a canary in the fiat mines. Something doesn’t feel right within the belly of the beast. News from the outside is grim at best even though we have hope in the Corn of Bitty. I hope to see my Nostramily soon!
PS- the best doggo a man can have. He could be sleeping in a comfy bed, but instead wants to keep my company by my side. My Tucker buddy y’all!
PPS- I expect all my Plebians to be holding it down! I will see and zap you all very soon!! 👀 #[0] #[1] #[2] #[3] #[4] #[5] #[6] #[7] #[8] #[9] #[10] #[11] #[12] #[13] #[14] #[15] #[16] #[17] #[18] #[19] #[20] #[21] #[22] #[23] #[24] #[25] 
