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Satoshi Nakamoto claim



I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50ish, with a 3 day beard that seemed trim. 


He was dressed in high quality, slightly worn Patagonia gear. 


He spoke in a quiet voice and didn’t appear obviously crazy after a brief talk with him. 


He said that he had worked with people in the building that I’m at, but was confused about the details. 


“You ever had amnesia?,” he said, not knowing who he was talking  to. “It’s like that.”


Having enjoyed our talk - he then asked if I would do him a favor and,  “get the message out that I’m back in town —that’s all,” he said, “They’ll figure the rest out. “


“marshallmathersfoundation.com,” he added,“ they’ll need to know that. “


He’s wearing bright orange gaiters if interested. He’s probably going to be around for a while. 


He’s maybe nutty, but since he didn’t bring up Deuteronomy during our conversation, I’m giving him the benefit of a doubt.


Later -  I was talking to Nick Szabo. 




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