Johnny was Johnny.
When it was January and the concrete floor was cold as ice, I picked up wool socks from Macys for him.
When I was going out to lunch, I’d pick something up for him.
An extra burger. Or a smoothie.
He never had any money, but he was using the unused servers to mine bitcoin.
So, he gave me some of them.
I’d forgotten about them.
So, when I stumbled across that old hard drive and recovered the wallet, I thought about him.
Then I cashed them in, left the country, and named my mansion after him.