“The hard part is lifting capital controls, which becomes unthinkable the moment they’re instituted. Who wants to keep funds in a country which confuses bank accounts with a bear trap?” -The Mandibles
Today I had a missed connection:
Missed Connection: The Satoshi Shirt Guy in Walmart Parking Lot
To the mysterious stranger in the Satoshi shirt, cruising through the Walmart parking lot like a boss:
I was the one yelling "Yooooooo!" like a maniac, channeling my inner Jack Mallers, as I rolled down my window in my trusty beater car. My follow-up "Stack Sats!" was the epitome of smooth, I know. I mean, who wouldn't want to start a conversation with a complete stranger in a parking lot with a battle cry and a reference to accumulating Bitcoin?
Your smile and thumbs up gave me hope. I thought, "This is it. This is the start of a beautiful friendship, forged in the fires of Bitcoin maximalism." Alas, fate had other plans.
I parked quickly and I eagerly scanned the aisles of Walmart, hoping to catch a glimpse of your Satoshi-shirted greatness. But, like a Bitcoin transaction with too low of a fee, our connection was lost in the void.
If you're out there, Satoshi Shirt Guy, know that I'll be forever haunted by the what-ifs. What if I had said something more profound? What if I had asked for your public key? What if we had exchanged numbers and started a Bitcoin-themed podcast together?
If you're reading this, let's reconnect and make up for lost time. Let's grab a coffee, or better yet, a cold storage wallet, and talk about the future of decentralized finance.
Until then, I'll be over here, stacking sats and wondering what could have been.
Yours in Bitcoin,
The Beater Car Bitcoiner