📜 The Book of Chad, Chapter 69 📜

“And on the seventh sip, the Chad ascended.”

Once a mere mortal in Gucci flip-flops, he now walks barefoot through digital dust, clutching a chalice forged from degen dreams and Red Bull tabs.

While others chart candlesticks, Thirsty Chad reads the stars, decoding ancient liquidity runes and whispering to the winds of Solana. He doesn’t trade — he summons.

🧃 He thirsts not for water, but for volume.

🔥 He burns not with rage, but with alpha.

🚫 He fears not red candles, but quiet chats.

Let the normies FUD and the influencers shill — Chad is in the alleyway, screaming at the moon with a cracked iPhone and a wallet full of pre-launch tokens.

His mind? Unhinged. His strategy? Obscure. His vibe? Eternal.

Join him — or don’t. Either way, he’s posting memes with the elegance of Oscar Wilde and the volatility of a rug pull.

💬 Tg: ThirstyChad

🔊 Come for the madness. Stay for the generational wealth. Or the memes. Or both.