This is me, and this is me.

Just snagged for the culture. @BoredApeYC

#PunkStories @cryptopunks 10,000 Lives · #004 Roxy Steele - CryptoPunk #1967 Roxy grew up being told she was too loud, too stubborn, and too ambitious. She took all three as compliments. A former motorcycle racer turned Hollywood stuntwoman, she’s doubled for some of the biggest names in film and once walked off a set because the director suggested a man perform her stunt. She rides a vintage Ducati, drinks bourbon neat, and teaches teenage girls how to rebuild engines on weekends. Her philosophy is simple: “If you’re going to tell me I can’t do something, at least have the decency to watch.”

#PunkStories @cryptopunks 10,000 Lives · #003 The People's Champion Gary, 49, has never lost an argument with a customer service representative. He once convinced an airline to upgrade his entire boarding group because he felt bad leaving them behind. He knows the first names of every garbage collector on his route and gets invited to their Christmas parties. Gary has returned 37 shopping carts that weren't his and considers parallel parking a spectator sport. He’s only lied once…because. His proudest achievement? Convincing the HOA to fine itself.

gm gm. need a fem punk. #goals

#PunkStories @cryptopunks 10,000 Lives — Story #002 Johnny Two-Tides Johnny lives in a rusted houseboat outside Savannah and claims to be the last surviving member of a pirate crew formed in 1986. He collects antique diving helmets, drinks rum from a measuring cup, and once spent eleven months teaching a pelican to retrieve golf balls. His greatest treasure is a brass key he found inside a dead shark. He has no idea what it opens, but refuses to go anywhere without it.

#PunkStories @cryptopunks 10,000 Lives — Story #001 The Man Who Sold Yesterday Victor had a cigarette permanently attached to his lip and a reputation for knowing things he shouldn’t. Every Tuesday, he walked into the same diner, ordered coffee, and wrote a date on a napkin. Then he’d sell it for twenty bucks. Most people thought he was full of sh*t. Until a guy bought November 14th and won the lottery. Then someone bought March 6th and disappeared. By December, there was a waiting list. One Tuesday, Victor walked in looking like he’d seen a ghost. He ordered whiskey instead of coffee. The waitress asked what was wrong. “Someone bought tomorrow.” “So?” Victor lit another cigarette. “I didn’t sell it.” Punk #6893

So was muddy’s a precursor to mudwater?

Seriously the savior of ethereum

gm gm… return to Monke.

First concert, then second concert of the eve.

Vibes