On the road of aircoin contracts, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been screwed over. I’ve worn the same underwear for five years without changing it, even my water- and power-cut girlfriend who I took out still pays the bill. It’s all about freeloading, playing contracts, and the thrill of it. Even though I know the outcome is almost certain to be a dead end, I still can’t resist placing a bet. I don’t know when I’ll get screwed again this time, but I hope I can control the urge to open a position, betting on the rush of instant gains.