The third phase is almost done. The last objective to accomplish is convincing the entire planet that we need to go there. My real reason? I want to get the f*ck out of here.

Today I've trained for almost 4 hours. In these moments of uncertainty the only thing in my head is winning the combat with Putin. I'll save Ukraine.

In the next few days I'll tweet something big. People have forgotten the potential of dogecoin, this is the final opportunity to be richer than Bezos. I'll beat that bald.

Sometimes I forget that I'm one of the richest people in the planet. When you've smoked more weed than you could ever possibly imagine these exotic thoughts come and go. It's the routine now.

I don't know why and how this is possible, but my biggest fear is seeing an empty bottle of water rolling on the ground. It reminds me about the absurd of the existence itself.

Tesla, SpaceX, Neuralink, Dogecoin... No please, don't embarrass me. I like to consider myself a philanthropic humble human being.