Yesterday I was brimming with hubris, after achieving a former greatness that has been a common occurrence during the narrative of my life. By all definitions, I am an overachiever. During a different timeline, I should be shuffling chairs atop some luxury cruiser, mopping the floors for supreme assholes born into wealth. By the grace of divine right, like Mumarah, I’ve conjured up my ancient spirits and made a go out of my life — not accepting mediocrity in any form for as long as I’ve been alive.
As a young boy, Le Fly would swing from tree tops, like a chimp, tossing rocks down at the kids below. Sometimes other boys would squirrel up the tree in fast pursuit, which made me climb even higher. Often times I’d end up on the tippy top of said tree, swinging in a nest of weak twigs, drifting with the wind, much to the surprise of those in fast pursuit. As I got older, I began to fire people out of the tree, falling in most horrible ways — breaking faces and bones on the branches on the way down.
Today my Frankenfood plays were both dispatched and exposed, sacking me for 26% on my investment. Due to my elegant timing, I am still up on said positions and look forward to reengaging the market tomorrow with a full heart and a belly made from steaks.
My hedges are still in place, LABD and SOXS.
Always remember, “The Fly” wins all the time, even when he appears to be losing miserably.
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