Rainy Nights in Phnom Penh City

Imagine getting rugged by a shitcoin scammer. You’ve lost everything and wander aimlessly through the city at night. It’s starting to rain. You can’t go home (bills to pay). You can’t leave town (no money). The rain gets heavier, but you don’t care. If only... If only you had listened to those maxis. But you were too offended by their so-called ‘toxicity’ while trying to figure out your pronouns. The rain keeps pouring down. You don’t see a thing. ‘Don’t trust,’ they told you. But it’s hard to verify. You stumble, and then you fall. Water flows into your mouth and into your nose. You still don’t care. What does it all matter anyway? Blackness engulfs you, and you think it’s for the best. Suddenly you feel a pair of hairy hands grabbing you. Coughing dirty water out of your lungs, you look up. A laser-eyed monkey whispers into your ears: “Come with me if you want to stack some sats.”