It started off with bright sunny skies, horses peacefully grazing in the pasture with children picking flowers in the meadow — a pleasant view as you read your novel and sipped on your chardonnay. By lunch the sky began to cast and the subtle gray could be seen in the horizon, steadily but surely creeping towards you.
By afternoon, Peloton announced business was so fucking good they stopped manufacturing their product. Shares were cast heavily lower after a trading halt and the mood became grim — the skies blackened and the fucking horses became scared and stampeded through the meadows running over the children. The skies opened up and before you could see the sun disappear, lightening was striking down upon you — flashes of blue and white illuminated your fields — book set aflame and chardonnay ostensibly evaporated into particles.
The NASDAQ went from +230 to down -180bps and everyone involved lost big and everyone who shorted won big and everyone who tried to trade the ranges found themselves lost at sea. I bore witness to horrors, as my gains of +180bps vanished into thin air, with my chardonnay, closed down 150bps even after dumping 20% of my portfolio into DRIP. I had a plan and then I got punched in my face. Now I have to pray.Twitter