The year is 2045. I'm at a solana memecoin meetup with the boys... that's what we call it anyways. It's really a support group for trench survivors. It's awkward being here. I'm the only one still eating 3 full meals a day, and wearing clothes without holes. Back in the day I told them all to use @lemondropfi. Nobody listened. It's the only reason I was able to stack some sacks, live a little better than the rest. But the pain... the pain is still there. And the cat... the cat still pops - I say as a break town in tears when it's my turn to speak.