Anyone making a livable wage on Wall Street is en route towards vacation right now. They’re hopping on planes towards Europe, helicopters towards the Hamptons, or in a car with a pocket square and gold buttons trailblazing towards Nantucket. What’s left are loserFAGS, pikers, retail, and you — the unwashed trade pleb — trying extra hard to make it big and make a fortune.
I’ll be here too, shit posting and trying to recapture the glory I enjoyed in early June — yelling and cursing the whole way when things start to go sideways on me.
For the month of June, the Exodus Quant shed 0.41%, in line with the SPY. I will be investing in the small caps again, as it was the only quintile up for the month. Everything else was down and down stupidly. There’s no point trying to fight against the degeneracy, so I’ll join it.
My gold position will be culled, replaced by bonds.
Futures are higher and I am seriously sleep deprived. I endued a weekend of road trips, cheap food, and stale cigars. Last night I nearly drank myself retarded on spritzers, the very thing I hate.
Life is a journey. Somedays I feel like a warrior champion, the next a muppet inside of a fucking ‘fagbox.’
Ciao.
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