We’re Gonna Need More Coke

I got my cocaine trees blossoming in the backyard and single malt scotch flowing in the fountain, like water. I have my stocks displayed on a fucking jumbo screen, as if I was watching the fucking super bowl. Unfortunately, we are setting up for a May rape, just like last year. Naturally, whenever the market comes down, you little pigmy motherfuckers come out from the wood-works to eschew bitter nonsense. Check this out: I would rip your mouth from your jawbone if you said half of the shit that you write in the comments section here to my face.

I am awfully close to raising cash via quick sales. The upside to having concentrated positions is my ability to go to cash at a drop of a hat.

My advice to you is simple. Set aside your refined cocaine and think about worst case scenarios. If your portfolio cannot withstand a 25% draw-dawn, lighten up. As for me, I am sticking with some of my core holdings for the duration. The non-essential shit are subject to extreme prejudice and sale in between trips to the urinal.

The market has a certain stench to it, like garbage mixed with pungent cinnamon potpourri. The whole U.S. credit negative thing is a joke. However, it serves as an excuse to sell stocks. Couple that with the absolute chaos reverberating around the world, there is a chance for massive downside. Once again, I spit on massive downside, until I see it happen with me very own blue eyes.

Into early European trade, “The Fly” will be chain drinking cups of coffee, brushing his teeth, then chain drinking more coffee, courtesy of Colgate and Green Mountain Coffee.