https://bitcointalksearch.org/topic/dank-bank-deposits-danks-soul-is-claimed-new-music-nov-30th-93003I created Dank Bank to help fund my mission of world peace. A Chinese guy sent me $500 of spice instead of 4-aco-dmt, Psilacetin, that which I had ordered to spread to people and earn a projected five figure income off of, which failed. I was selling molly back in the days of 2012, BananaSlug $60/gram (cheapest on the road) to spread the good vibes and empathy. It paid for my house in Winston-Salem so I could live with my dear girl. PF screwed me on an order of $500 and that was carried onto squall. I reached out to 100 people though and that made me happy.
I got what I needed. A bad ass american flag strat guitar, and a vox amp to practice. I bought two vials of liquid LSD that fall and that is where squall's money went. One of the vials, I gave out free drops to anyone who wanted. The other, well, that was when I walked to California to get my girl back. Took 20 drops, didn't realize they were 3 each, ended up taking 60 hits, drove 120 weaving towards the west. beamer babe ran out of gas and we were running on consciousness. We created a positive feedback loop within the car and I drove for a minute at least with -- gas. The -- turned into an ∞ sign and we were driving off the power of soul.
I had to piss and I exited and pulled next to a shooting range. The negative energy seeped into my reality and my car would only go 30-40 on the highway. I got a little bit further before the consciousness bubble was lost. We then smoked some joints on the side of the rode hoping someone would see them and help us, must have been a half hour to hour. Then I realized. I told my friends, Nobody is going to stop help us here, we have to walk our own path to find heaven. I gave my friends a hug and departed, and started walking towards California with my guitar around my back.
Two police stopped me and I told both of them exactly what I was doing, walking to California to assemble a music festival to get my babe back. They let me continue my journey.
I crossed a gas station and gave them all my money, $20 for a water bottle. I knew I wouldn't need money.
My girl texted me and asked if I could pick her up. This was the first time I said, I can't. That's all I said. I knew she wouldn't understand so I didn't say anything more. But I couldn't go back because I knew she would be waiting for me once I had accomplished what I told her I would do.
I walked for ten miles, when my water was empty, I proceeded to walk to the houses off the side of the highway. I asked house to house for water and it took me a few times before someone finally filled my bottle. One couple got scared and I scurried away. I walked backed down the hill accidentally and saw them and they got frightened. I walked and sat on someones front porch on their rocking chair and stared at the moon to gather energy together. I learned staring into space gives you energy.
Some police roll up and I walk up to them, trippy pants and guitar and all. They ask if I was on drugs and I said only love. I told them I was walking to California to establish a music festival and bring world peace and get my girl back, for I had told her that I could do this.
They took me to the station, this was in Yadskinville. Not in a cell, in the station, we talked about music and pink floyd and they told me they were going to help me get on my way to California. My parents picked me up and I was on my way home.
I lost all fear of police that day. I knew that we are all one being and we can work together to accomplish great things.
The day was black Friday of 2012.
That is the story of squall. Squall enabled that to happen, and for that I am eternally grateful. He enabled love to disperse.
So much more awaits once we work together.
Oh, and I have to add this, as I was walking, before sunset, a guy in a pickup pulled over and I got in his truck. He said boy, you look like you're trippin. I said, yeah, I am. He told me he took some liquid acid once and his truck broke down and he had to walk down the highway. It was surreal, a similar experience had happened to him.