Post 0 — The First Real One I’ve posted some random stuff here before. Nothing real. This is the first post that matters. I’m Seth. I grew up in a Denver suburb. Big house, sports, good kid on the outside. But inside, everything was a mess. By 15, I was dipping my toes in the drug world. I began to burn down everything that looked good on paper. This series is called CooperSpoon Dirt Over Diamonds. I was raised with a silver spoon and chose the dirt instead. I found myself in the middle of all that chaos. I’m gonna share 6 to 8 stories. Not pretty. But real. Then I’ll talk about what life looks like now slower, simpler, honest. #Bitcoin If any of that hits you, stick around. Let’s see where this goes. #reallife #lowtimepreference

We’ve chosen to live on a single income so my wife can stay home and raise our child. It means we live simply and don’t often spend on ourselves. But after saving since the Christmas before last, we finally got something we’ve been talking about for a long time. A new mattress!! We’re a modest family and don’t need much, but we honestly didn’t realize how much we needed this. The difference it’s made is incredible. I know this is gay post, but I’m genuinely blown away by how life-changing a good mattress can be.

GM! I need some recommendations for eye protection. I’m on a computer all day and it’s starting to wear my eyes out.

Why do you have to be a gamer to be accepted into the Pc world?

Post 1 – The Golden Boy That Wasn’t People thought I had it all. I grew up just outside Denver in a nice neighborhood. Big house. Clean clothes. Played sports and was good at them. Teachers liked me. Coaches leaned on me. Other parents thought I was the kid doing everything right. But inside the house, it was different. My mom was mentally unstable and took it out on us. My dad was barely around and pretty much had a second life going. But the biggest thing in our home wasn’t love, it was status. That’s what mattered most. How things looked. What people thought. So I played the part. I smiled. I competed. I kept it together just enough to look the part. But I was already slipping. Angry. Lost. And by 15, I was living a double life. Now look, this isn’t a victim story. I had everything I needed to do it right. I had natural intelligence. I had charisma. I was athletic. If I’d stayed focused and used what I had instead of chasing everything that didn’t matter, life could’ve looked a whole lot different. But I didn’t. I chose the chaos. I got deep into drugs and lies and that whole world. But on the outside, I kept showing up just enough to fool the adults. I ran that game for a long time. Post 2 coming soon. The fire had already started. I just hadn’t felt the heat yet.

GM Nostr