Fear and Psychosis in CryptVegas

The gains were all paper, but the losses were all realized. Auto-piloting a hundred miles per hour down the Nevada highway in a Tesla model-s, the roof has been removed by chainsaw and my personal doctor is in the passenger seat, whispering in my ear that he has to be back in the ER in Manhattan by Monday. I hand him a vial of ketamine and that seems to calm him. But you never know with the doctor, he always eludes to some other more important obligations than myself. “Employment” he calls it, sounds like an op to me. Flying through the desert, this is my last shot at full-on psychosis, I can’t go back to New York anymore, the rigidity is too much for me now. Bad memories in New York. The various fertile women I bed there, women of wife material, all lost to my endless ramblings of WEB3. Soon enough the markets will trade negative and that will be the end! Psychosis is my last hope. The only way to go out on my own terms now. I’m on three tabs of acid, two Adderall's, and a full gram of ketamine which is now coming on in full force, luckily the auto-pilot has full control of the situation because I would never be able to steer or brake under these circumstances. The horizon breaking down into a dancing fractal rushing towards my skull at an ungodly speed, sadly I can’t close my eyes so I’m forced to watch the sunset. A peaceful sunset is no way to achieve psychosis. But I came prepared. With all my willpower I pull the DMT-Toad out of the glove box along with a vial of acid. I down the entire vial and lick the DMT-Toad. Psychosis is inevitable now, so I relax and enjoy my last moments. All this time I thought I was trading crypto, but now I realize the crypto was trading me, I may be Down Bad on crypto but crypto is most certainly Down Bad on me. And now I’m down and out with no way out, soon to be buried and forgotten, cause of death?- Fear and Psychosis in CryptVegas.