About Me: Who is @gigametax?

Hey, I’m Brice Patterson—@gigametax on X, dishing cosmic takes, Dogecoin-fueled humor, and hard-won wisdom with the soul of a Midwest gearhead. You might know me as shiceta, The DogeFather, or DFat, hyping Gigachain in @barkmeta’s priceless X Spaces, or as giga, dropping no-BS crypto tips on @dogeanddollar, or dreaming up an NFT art gallery with @dogephilanthro to fund causes forever. Maybe you caught my hemp slam poem in my subscribers-only X Space. Wherever you found me, this is the unfiltered deal.

I grew up on a fifth-generation Kansas farm, tilling fields with John Deere 8640s and 4430s, cruising and wrenching on square-body Chevys, dreaming of farming like those generations before me. Myotonia congenita, a muscle-stiffening condition, made every chore a slog—falling, laughing it off if people were watching, but crying sometimes if the disease nearly cost me my life, like tripping in front of a rolling forklift, stumbling into an oil field engine flywheel, or getting thrown in the air by a bull I couldn't run from. It taught me failure’s just fuel. Without it, I’d have been first in line for the military, ready to die on the frontlines for my country. But that condition kept me out of the military’s cage—its rigid orders—freeing me to fight my own battles, like building tools for farmers through my family’s business and pushing hemp legalization. When my grandpa passed in my teens, leaving me land to farm, my step-grandma sold it, gutting my dreams. I chased that path, but fate had bigger plans. At 25, @Diogenesgadfly hit me with philosophy—“You think? Or you know?”—and amor fati, loving your fate. That broke the matrix, teaching me to trust the process and question everything.

Work started at 12, painting fences with a sock and aluminum paint, scrubbing my hands in diesel fuel at day’s end to clean off the mess. I mowed 40 lawns and 5 cemeteries, mastering the weed eater, and hustled as a Starbucks barista and landscaper in college. I built oil tank sites for Ken Small Industries, kept pump jacks humming for Gusher Energy, and welded firetrucks for my dad, learning to team up with anyone to crush it. Now at Georgia-Pacific, I’ve climbed from forklift driver to converting engineer, running the show.

High school shaped me. Forensics and debate sharpened my voice; Key Club lit my fire for service. We raked leaves for elderly folks in “Rake and Run,” built haunted houses for local causes, and planned international events when I was elected as the State Governor of Kansas Key Clubs, raising funds for tetanus shots worldwide—no pay, just purpose.

Leadership’s my core. As an engineer, my technicians and consumers depend on me. I keep machines humming, get my team the tools they need, and listen when they speak. Their struggle’s my fuel—doing good for them drives me.

Gaming’s my escape. Watched Dad play Wolfenstein and Duke Nukem, then dove into Half-Life and Deus Ex. We grinded Super Metroid, GoldenEye, Metroid Prime, and Sim Theme Park. Dial-up RuneScape was legendary—competing for XP, swapping quest tips, cheering each other’s grind. That community vibe carried into Counter-Strike, Rust, and Escape from Tarkov, shaping how I build tribes today. Gaming with friends and family on Discord is my escape.

Hemp’s my crusade. I read hundreds of pages of pharmacology reports on the endocannabinoid system, dead serious about improving my health and others’. I’ve seen people suffer when cannabinoids could help, but stigma stops them. Broke, I started a GoFundMe for a homeless man’s CBD oil—no donations, but it lit my fire. A CBD business failed due to legal fears, so I bought nothinglessthanlegalization.com, made a plan, and wrote a slam poem against prohibition, shared in my subscribers-only X Space. Full-plant healing can change lives, and I’m fighting for it.

Dogecoin hit me in 2021, turning a meme into a mission. As The DogeFather, I jumped into @barkmeta’s first X Spaces, getting trolled as DFat for not being ready. He pushed me to level up, and I watched Shibo, aka @GodsBurnt, go from driving a beater Honda to a crypto influencer beast at Bark’s side, co-running Doginal Dogs and dropping alpha that pulls thousands. A $5,000 win from @stevewilldoit gave me the boost to take the next step in my five-year court battle for my son—through Covid delays, bad lawyers, and slow courts. I never quit, fighting for him with every ounce of love and grit—a fight that continues on today, and has brought to my attention and a passion for parents' fair time in family law. That win also grew my X followers by 500, amplifying my voice as giga—the title I’ve earned for my giga-sized ideas, giga belief in myself and others, and knowing everything’s possible with a little giga-sized courage and grit. If someone asks who giga is, say he’s the guy that never quits. Bark and Shibo believed in me; I believe in them. I launched dogeanddollar.com V1 and V2—no sales, but lessons in resilience. V3’s coming, and it’s gonna be huge. With @dogephilanthro, I envisioned an NFT art gallery where people buy or donate art tied to royalties, infinitely funding causes like clean water. My posts engage on current news to bring truth to the people, justice to the injustice, hope to the hopeless, mixing humor, heart, and hustle to Gigachain dreams with @doginaldogsx.

I’m a farm kid turned person who wants to inject value and make the world a better place, seeing the Doginal Dogs as game changers, world changers, a powerful community of grinders willing and able to collaborate and change the world, wrenching square-body Chevys, shaped by @Diogenesgadfly’s wisdom, @barkmeta’s push, and @stevewilldoit’s belief, fighting for my son, my team, and a healthier world. I’m prepping for a podcast, maybe with Bark Media or Joe Rogan, practicing raw stories daily. Follow @gigametax, join a space, or DM me your wildest ideas. Let’s make the universe less daunting—one Doge, one hemp plant, one real talk at a time.

Perks: Cosmic Grok prompts, farm-forged wisdom, hemp insights, gaming strategies, @doginaldogsx alpha, and X growth coaching—no gatekeeping, just grit.