JUST BEFORE LEAVING VEGAS: I went and tempted fate—like a dumb ass—and tried to hit that “34” big, big and big. And fuck if I didn’t hit it. Going for it, I hit that “34” with $100 on it. Bam! All the loot I lost lurking around Vegas with that mouthbreather Nakamoto? Well, I got it back in that moment. So weird, and so cool, and so gross, and so…uh…surreal.

That little ball? It fell into the 34 slot when I needed it to fall into the 34 slot.

Cosmic, random, dumb and cool as hell.