So by now, many of you know about how I sold my Bored Ape (#3707) for $37,000 yesterday. Bought it for $425,000. A $400,000 crater in my stomach. But the worst part wasn’t pressing “sell.” It was the drive home. I got into my 2014 BMW 5 Series—154,000 miles, check engine light on, rear window stuck halfway down. I sat in the parking lot, opened MetaMask, and with a shaking finger, signed the transaction. Just like that, my Ape was gone. Three years of “community” and “culture” reduced to a confirmation screen. The ETH hit my wallet. I stared at it for a minute, then instantly swapped it into XRP. Why XRP? Because I’m done chasing magic internet culture. XRP is boring but it’s stable, it’s culture but dependable culture. It’s the only coin that makes sense when nothing else in your life does. The BMW groaned when I turned the key, like even it was disappointed. I drove down the highway in silence, listening to the rattle of the worn suspension. Somewhere between Newark and Elizabeth...