Another Melt Up; Growing a Beard Now

I’m not sure what you’re exactly waiting for me to tell you. Perhaps you want me to tell you it’s all over — but it isn’t. Another day swings by and another 100 NASDAQs have been added to the national treasury.

I’ve known for some time now, the market isn’t going down so now my job is simple. Just find what is moving today and then find stocks just like them that will follow next. Today is biotech, cancer plays, gene editing stocks. You see PRVL up so much? Sure you do. Now find me the next one.

You’re probably thinking to yourselves now “oh not me. I’m a small pleb and cannot find stocks”. But that’s wrong — you can do it scooter. Get out there and pick some fucking winners.

I’m growing a beard now, much to my wife’s chagrin. Every winter I want to grow a beard, but end up shaving it in disgust. “Too itchy. Makes me look like an animal.” Ah, but this time is different. It always is.

When I was a younger man I once grew a goat t. It was a ridiculous patch of hair plastered onto my face. It was the early 2000s and people could wear goat ts back then without being kicked down a flight of stairs. I could never really grow facial hair. After a clean shave, it took a solid 3-5 days for hair to grow back. But now I can grow it and I feel like doing it, in spite of hating the beard, deep down, if I’m really being honest.

My wife has officially declared the beard non grata and wants it off my face. Her request was examined and thoroughly declined. “So sorry, but the beard stays.”

I ought to get back to trading again, trade slave, provider of fish for a community of ingrates inside of the hallowed halls of Exodus. See you fuckers at lunch.