Some of you think I’m making money off an NFT.

Read it again. It’s a gift. A token of gratitude to a man who
is always there—building, bidding, and putting up with more of your
crap than anyone else on this chain—and who replies with a thumbs-up
and a fire emoji.

I’m not angry with you. You look at a gift and see a quick score,
because "extracting" is the only language you’ve learned. That
distortion isn't in the image. It’s in you.

You don’t make me angry. You make me feel sorry for you. And even without knowing him,
you probably make him feel the same way.