pipejimothy

Nobody saw him arrive. One night the trash cans of Solana were tipped, a pipe was lit, and a tiny tweed cape vanished into the fog. Since then, every meme that mattered had one thing in common — a raccoon paw print somewhere in the chain.

He doesn't shill. He investigates. He reads the charts like crime scenes and the holders like witnesses. And when the trail goes cold, he simply lights the pipe and waits for the next clue to walk in.