The Goldminer's Crew

“There ain’t nothin’ like the old west. Sure, you could die from just drinking water, or someone could shoot you for your horse, or worse, for that gold nugget burnin a $2 hole in your already holey britches. And obviously it was a terrible time for native americans, africans, chinese, women, and children. But boy-o if you were an anglo-saxon-protestant male it was top teir fun. Of course, you might say, “Rick, how the f—k would you know? You weren’t alive in the mid-19th century!” And well, yes, you’ve got me there. But I come from a long line of cowboys who tell stories like they’re family heirlooms, and I’m a bit of a cowboy myself. Plus, I just got back from visiting the year 1849 via digital time travel at the VR Cafe, A Day In The Life, and let me tell you it was a gas. I mined for gold with some fellas by the name of The Buckeye Boys, ate beans for all three meals, got in a fight at the local saloon, was slapped by a hooker, won a shootout, and didn’t drink an ounce of water the entire time. To commemorate this experience I made a T-shirt for myself:

You can have one too if you want. I’ll leave some extras in the Gift Shop. And while you’re at it, maybe hitch your horse in the Restaurants & Recreation area and go for a trip to the golden years yourself. I’ll be going back, that’s for damn sure. They say whatever gold you mine in the QVR translates to mined crypto (a.k.a. real money) in the real world. Ain’t that reeeeeeal nice? I think so.
Til’ next time partner.

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RICK DANGERFIELD