Darrin Tracy; the silver spooned washed up crypto bandit
Darrin, this won't end well... 😘
Click the Summons below for the full PDF and Complaint (Story at the bottom)
served by Cardano NFT
(Legally Accepted Service)
Tyler Watts, Darrin Tracy, Jennifer Waldsmith, Daniel Sado,
Alexander York, Andree Druses, Dr. Remi Soltys Md
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 some how his lack of life experience but enough education got him to Chicago and drifted into finance. Darrin has a trick where he can recite Pi to like 70 places. Yeah. Skillz. A bar trick that perhaps got you a gig and not like life experience, a personality, or character.
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 supply 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 (approximately at the time) $245K in Cardano, because I was overexposed (in USD/Crypto trading of property, not USD relevance) to other ecosystems such as ETH/SOL. 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. Darrin. Do you know law? Look up "Quantum Meruit". You can amend a complaint even after a judgement. Do you really think you're getting a 9% loan? Darrin. You are my walking slave that is infected with my virus and everything YOU make, and the people you touch with my assets in some swap scam. You have to show where it went. Biance will turn your shit over and wire fraud and... You're on a leash. I'm just not physically there holding it. You are my bitch. Your "team" who aren't named defendants yet are my bitches. Quantum Meruit. I'm a better trader than you and have records. You're like a walking joke of fraud.
As for his so-called "team" (from the posts he made), well — I don’t have direct evidence (edit; wrong), 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.
