ANOTHER RECOURD CLOSE ***

This is becoming redundant — but it’s necessary that I boast and brag like an 8th grade child in order to make myself feeeeel better about myself.

See, as a boy growing up in pre-gentrification Brooklyn, playing inside of the sewers — Young Fly didn’t have much and used to play with waterbugs to spend the day. Now as an adult, I hate watered bugs and find the urge to constantly tell people, strangers mostly, about my exploits to compensate for my dreary upbringing. The hope is, naturally, that I too will be a well respected man — walking about in suits and perhaps even ascots — commanding respect, even kneeling, as I sashay and cavort throughout the country club I now reside in.

I closed at another RECOURD HIGH not because of luck or due to some sort of fluke — but skill — because I am a licensed professional and BY LAW have the right to offer investment advice. That said, I do not offer investment advice; but instead, and merely, show off.

WHO WILL STOP ME?