WARNING: TYPOS AHEAD...
I’m back and maybe I’ll get the rest of the biker-crypto story out in this entry.
Reminder: me + bikers + crypto chat = ???
The gauntlet was thrown. They wanted to know how I used cryptocurrency.
But how to answer that? I couldn’t tell them what I do for a living, that I funnel money all over the world to support not just SSI and Jefferson Group operations, but anything we deem necessary to help the president, our allies, the Council of Patriots, you name it!
So I threw them a bone. I could see these bikers were their own brand of entrepreneur. They could smell the money and wanted to know how to get it.
My wheels were spinning. Spin, spin, spin.
“What if I told you that security is going to a HUGE issue?” I asked the gathered.
“What do you mean?” one of them asked.
“This stuff,” I tapped on the phone screen. “It’s all digital. It’s secure, sure. But it’s not in some bank vault. If you know the password—“
“You mean the seed phrase?” someone offered, correctly me thanks to my schooling.
“Right. If you know the seed phrase, have access to the wallet address, there’s a lot you can do.” I saw them trading looks, their wheels spinning. “But it’s not always that easy.” They looked momentarily deflated.
Then someone asked, “You say not ALWAYS.”
A plan had formed in my head. Something that would not only help my own cause, but give these guys some easy, and lucrative, sport.
“What if I told you that there’s a bad guy, like a bad guy’s money guy, who lives not twenty miles from here, who could be ‘convinced’ to let you have his most recent crypto payments?”
I had their attention now.
More next time, Dear Diary,