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served by Cardano NFT

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The Story of Darrin Tracy and Me

Back around 2003, both of us were members of the engineering fraternity Theta Tau — Darrin at UMich Ann Arbor, me at UMich Dearborn. We met during one of those classic college weekends. I was out in Ann Arbor, probably drunk, rocking my blue bathrobe and lugging around a couple beerbongs. A walking party.

At some point, Darrin — ever so slick and creative (not) — decided to steal the robe aesthetic. It became “his thing” too. Classic Darrin.

He took the easy route in Industrial Engineering (you know, the one where you can kinda coast) and somehow drifted into finance in Chicago. I, meanwhile, wandered off doing other things. If you’re curious, I’ve got my own receipts and accomplishments all over the place — documented. But Darrin? Oh, he was so successful. He could recite Pi to, like, 70 digits. Skillz.

Eventually, I moved to Chicago in 2011 for a promotion, and at some point, Darrin and I reconnected. I honestly forget how, but something about him rubbed me the wrong way. I got grossed out and cut him out of my life.

Fast forward a few years — I’m posting about crypto on Facebook and discover Darrin is deep into Bitcoin. Maximalist style. Somehow, we meet back up. At the time, I was up a few million. We started hanging out again — strip clubs, stacks of $200 in $1s for the neck massage lady, Beauty Bar benders. One night, he took too much of... well... you’ve seen the photo. Dude collapsed like a tree in a forest. Timber. I had to babysit him outside the bar for an hour so he didn’t crack his skull on the sidewalk. My friends helped carry his big ass into the car and back to my house. I could’ve called an ambulance or the cops, but I figured he’d come out of whatever he shoved up his nose eventually.

Then comes August 2021. I’m looking to diversify. For some dumb reason, I decide to trust Darrin again. I give him 5 BTC (about $200K at the time) to arbitrage trade with — something he claimed he and an “employee” were running that could return about 0.25% a day. I also ask him to help diversify $245K in Cardano, because I was overexposed to some tokens. He presents himself as some clean-cut finance pro. Starts manually trading some of it and shows off how well it’s going. I tell him to start forming a formal corporation and even offer a ridiculously generous split on profits. A year or two goes by — no paperwork.

Then... silence.

He ghosts me. Stops replying to everything. I hear rumors that he moved to Miami.

At this point it starts to get almost comedic. Like, “Where’s Waldo: Crypto Edition.” People offered to help me track him down. Tempting — but I figured, nah. Darrin’s not that dumb, right? He knows Pi to 70 digits. He wouldn’t go full fraud with that much capital. Right?

We’ll see.

I’m trying to do this the right way. Eventually the right agency will step in. There’s already a default judgment. He was served — via Cardano NFT to an address I knew he controlled. I’ve got proof. Even the SEC or FINCEN told my attorney I was sharp for how I did it.

As for his so-called "team" (from the posts he made), well — I don’t have direct evidence, but he’s supposedly tied to a sketchy company called DAMG. And let’s just say... someone talked. Everyone involved is in the same boat as you, buttercup. When the hammer falls, I might just cut a few people in.

But for now, Piggy Wiggly…

Just remember — you’re dealing with Lucifer.