Honestly, this is a true story.

Tomorrow I ship off to rehab. We tried getting in on Friday after a brief hospital stay and were on the road already. We were turned around after I was presenting as too manic to be admitted.

This competition wanted a story about a little black book.

Some or most or some subset of you people are familiar with Death Note. This was an animated TV series about an antihero who becomes a God by gaining the magical ability to kill people whose names and faces he knows. He and other characters would achieve this by writing those names in a little black death note book he picked up from one of hell's creatures. The creature was bored of living forever, and decided to see what havoc he could unleash on the human world.

I was maybe 16 years old when my friend first asked me to watch the series. He'd said 'Wait 2 episodes and tell me which character you remind me of!'

This is where my God-complex began. This was and is literally and medically a delusion of grandeur.

It sounds an awful lot like this: I am superior. I am smarter. I am ultimate and penultimate. I am everything. I am Alpha, Omega. I am each in Holy Trinity. I can and do manipulate people, situations and emotions by my leisure with my sheer will. I do it for fun, profit, or just to cause mayhem.

These were my teenage, 'prodromal' years. These are, without a doubt, the symptoms I'd been exhibiting before being diagnosed. This did eventually and originally happen with drug-induced schizophrenia at the ripe old age of 18.

The little black book was my gateway.

Now, a large sum of money?

Well, about a month or two ago I came to realize that I'd forgotten a sum of bitcoin on an exchange for a number of years. This happened quite literally through a cloud of haze and smoke, which are my concurrent disorders. I'll leave you to google the price of bitcoin over the coming weeks! However, I'd basically found $78 000 or so Canadian dollars that I'd bought for less than a grand. Indeed, at the time, I'd then promptly forgotten about.

This, really, is a true story.

I spent about $25 000 buying more founder shares in the commodities fund I already own a large chunk of.

The rest of it? Sent it to myself.

The most lulzy part of this above screenshot is that it's on-chain. You can look it up you1rself.

What did I do with those fundz?

Well, in mental health treatment there's a phrase they like to use called 'comorbidity.' This basically means (and is scientifically valid) that mental health sufferers are at a much, much higher risk of life-threatening habits. This includes stuff like smoking or ingesting dangerous hard drugs into their systems. This also, unfortunately, includes other stuff like rates of attempted and successful suicide.

https://hackernoon.com/its-time-we-started-talking-about-schizophrenia-y3cd30cj

I'm going to leave this one link. You can go ahead and enjoy my plethora content. This particular article would no longer be 'short fiction' if I went and proved various points with various posts across the internet. It exists. Do Your Own Research.

CONCLUSION

All of this is made up? I'm a psychopath? And this is fiction. Or.. not? Exercise your ability to execute due diligence. Seriously, though, this is fiction and screenshots are doctored. I found random supporting documentation online to link. I'm not even Jarett Dunn. I'm gonna win this competition.

QED.