He was twenty-six and worked the counter at a phone store in a strip mall. In November his position touched $1.42 million at 4:11 a.m. and he stood on his desk chair with his arms out, barefoot, because that felt like the correct thing to do with a body. He screenshotted it. He did not sell.

He told his mother he'd buy her a house. He told his manager he was giving two weeks, then didn't, because the number was still climbing and it seemed rude to leave early. By March it was $9,800. He kept the screenshot as his lock screen for another two years, and every time he unlocked his phone he saw the man who could have stopped.