I’M AN OIL MAN AGAIN

I was born in an oil field — deep in the bowels of Brooklyn, NY. My father was an oil man and his father before him. For 10 generations, my family drilled vigorously for oil in Brooklyn and they instilled into me the idea that I too would be an oil man one day.

On occasion, I’d leave oil alone, thinking I was a tech man, a cannabis man, sometimes even a Doctor of medicine. But in my roots, in the recesses of my DNA, I’ve always been and always will be an oil man.

With crude popping off here now, I like CHK, for the reflation of it all — and those Big Ass White Candles.

Downside risk is 10%, upside infinity.