Premeditated.

I slept on it. No.

It cannot be forgiven. Pierce knew exactly what he was doing.

I had imagined that the NFT 0.01% gave him a quick phone call and asked if he’d rename his NFT “Not For Tourists”, and in a heated moment being so hurt for his best friend, forgot we were being widely read, and wanted to do anything he could to make sure I would never go near Nick again, because Nick was that hurt by our breakup.

It’s not a heated moment though. I slept on it and imagined it again.

A phone call, then emails or phone calls back forth.

“We’d like to rename your NFT. “Not for Tourists”, because it sounds catchy.”

“It does.”

“I like it, let’s go with that.”

Another phone call.

“We’ve finished your new NFT graphic, do you like it?”

“We can go with that.”

Another phone call.

“It’ll be very popular. It’s the first time the NFT is an acryonym, which makes history. When people see the word NFT, they’ll always think of that. Expect high bids.”

Not a singular passionate moment of blind loyalty to his best friend. An exchange of phone calls and emails. Many an opportunity to back out of it, to regain his senses, to consider everything that’s far and above more important than his best friend’s hurt feelings.

How could he not remember that millions of people read me, and that so many of them are children? This was AFTER Great Evil. This was AFTER all my essays, “A Note to your Parents and Guardians”. This was AFTER the terror of Deekfakes first struck children who I am responsible for. Children who are growing up in a world where they don’t know if they can trust anything on the Internet.

How could he forget about the children we care about?

Who bought your NFT?

An anonymous buyer.

Spread all over the world, the technocratic elites with 10 summer homes all over the planet, laugh.

They know where the NFT is.

They know who bought it.

We don’t. A sadistic inside joke between them.

I’m fighting my best for the world, and for America.

How could you say “Not for Tourists”?

The worst thing, it’s not about me. My first thought was how everyone would feel. I’ve fended off many a personal attack. They pass right through me.

It’s the fact that he made every single child feel unwelcome outside of their birth country, outside of their family income.

I write about poverty a lot. I wrote about the refugee crisis in Europe.

I write about poverty a lot.

When he first posted that, I posted this.

You can only fight the way you practice.

What do you practice?

I defended you yesterday because I do not like Elon insulting one of us. He wasn’t insulting you though. He was driving in the nail further.

“Pierce is one of us. We bought him.”

You aren’t one of us. You’re morally bankrupt and your currency has no value in our homes.

And now, Nicholas Meyer.

You made a cute little quiz hours after our Ethereum attack against Bitcoin.

You belittled all of us. You belittled our rage over the teachers picking dollar bills off the floor.

You think you are above us. You belittled the war.

In another video before I changed my name, you said we were pastiches. I was so put off. We are not pastiches.

Then yesterday, a thinly veiled attack on Rutger Bregman.

Are you in the Colosseum? Are you spectating?

I am so sick of you.

I’ve been so sensitive and caring about your wife dying.

It was 40 years ago, Nick.

A wreath.

Do you think you’re the only one who has lost a person they love?

We are in a worldwide pandemic.

It was 40 years ago, Nick.

You wrote your autobiography after you’d been remarried to Stephanie for years, with the entire book referring to Lauren as “my wife”, and Stephanie as “Stephanie”. You had a daughter with Stephanie, Roxanne, who was left out of the painting you intentionally framed in your videos. Slapped a lawyer on me when I was sick. I can’t afford a lawyer. Signed off “Very Truly Yours”.

No, it’s not passionate. Leslie made you sue me out of jealousy, and you desperately signed off to tell me you were in love with me, instead of standing up with morals and telling her “No, I will not sue Mel. I’ve known her for 7 years.” I wrote to you for 7 years. I poured my heart out to you even times when I was sick.

Beauty, truth, goodness, and the backbone of character.

Why do I love Sam?

Don’t you ever dream of attacking Sam next.

I will not engage with you unless you attack someone who’s beloved and important to us.

I am not to be tested.