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Bitcoin Shitcoin
It’s either cash, grass or ass for me
I am 45 years old and I’ve been a cab driver in Tucson for 8 years. I’m not very sophisticated. I keep my cash in a sock under my dresser. I keep my grass in the cookie jar. And as far as my ass goes, I’ve been sitting in that cab so long my crack has disappeared.
It’s New Year’s day, 5:33 a.m. I pick up a guy in my cab, my first fare of the day. He’s a 30-something hipster dude. His pants are so tight he can barely bend his legs as he gets in. He tells me he’s been up all night building web sites. He’s a web designer, freelance, yeah, pretty cool, he’s doing really well. He wants to go downtown to a coffee shop.
“I got a hot tip on some Bitcoin,” he says.
“What’s Big Coin?” I say.
“Bitcoin,” he says. “You’ve never heard of it? Wow.”
“I don’t get out much.”
“It’s the only currency you can rely on these days. It’s crypto money, so when the whole system goes to pot and the dollar is worthless, people with Bitcoin won’t have to worry.”
“What if the computers go down with the whole system?” I ask.
He chuckles at my childlike innocence. I think for a moment he’s going to pat me on the head.
