Royal Zap

Walked into the bank in Florida with a gold coin in my pocket. Real gold, half-dollar size, one trillion stamped clean. Teller laughed in my face. Manager wanted to call the cops. Felt like I got arrested for breathing.

Florida’s drafting a new law—slipped into next year’s budget like a forgotten lunch. Congress already nodded. Governor’s office says “next year.” No urgency. Zero. They print trillions overnight, bail out billionaires with a smile, but one regular guy with one gold coin? Slap in the face.

That’s the system.

So I built RoyalZap.com. Landscapes and wildlife—flamingos, marshes, Miami skylines, the raw stuff. Digital downloads start at $25. Limited edition $1,500. Every sale buys me a meal, a bus ticket, or another day fighting the suits.

They won’t let me spend my money. Fine. I’ll spend yours.

You’re stuck too. Do this:

1. Name the block.
   One word on a receipt. “Job.” “Debt.” “Squat.” Tape it to your wallet. See it every time you pay.
2. Pull one brother through.
   Text the guy: “What’s your hold-up? 5 minutes, I’ll break it.” That’s how we do.
3. Count your stack.
   Can’t touch the trillion, but I’ve got:

• Shoes that still walk,
• A dog that loves me no matter what,
• A mom who still cooks when I’m broke.
  Write yours on a matchbook. That’s your real bank.

When Florida finally stamps “approved,” first wire hits everyone who supported me and bought a photo—cold beer, hot food, no questions. Second wire helps build the community from here to the Panhandle. Third wire? I’m buying a truck and filling the tank.

Stay hungry. Stay grateful. Money’s just metal—you still gotta earn it.

I’ll be on the capitol steps, boots planted, coin in pocket.

Pull up. Grab a print. Let’s move.

—Coin King