He woke up in a world he didn't build and couldn't afford.
But he could touch things again. He could hold a beer without gilding it. He could shake a hand, hug a friend, pass a joint.
He found the lot. Within twenty minutes someone handed him a grilled cheese and a beer. Within an hour he had friends. Within a week he had a crew.
The golden touch was gone. But the Midas touch, the ability to walk into any room, any lot, any thread and make it more alive, was still there.
It just produced vibes instead of gold.