I had a grande day today. It wasn’t supposed to be this good; but then again, the rich are always entreated to afternoon delights. I was in my study toiling away doing Capstone after Capstone conferences, and then all of my stocks went higher, almost in unison. While this was transpiring, Joe Blow was getting his brains frozen in Chicago, trying to buy a pair of mittens at the local bodega.
Here in Princeton, NJ, I was comforted by a pleasant glowing fire and the subtle sounds of old oak creaking throughout my expansive home. All of the rugs tidy and ornately designed, perfectly matching my imported furniture and blending in beautifully with the neutral colored walls racing throughout the house, skipped over every 20 feet or so by thickly gilded picture frames around oil paintings. If you get close enough, you can sometimes smell the oil, or perhaps imagine it.
I even bought a rather low brow CBD-Coffee company today, for only 5 or 6 cents. It was something given to me by a member of Exodus and I cannot share it with you — because it’s for members only.
Ah, the feeling of triumph after a short and easy fought battle. Some of us were chosen to win and others to rot away, salting the earth with our refuse. “The Fly” is a genetically superior being, gifted and blessed with the smarts of a scientist — personality of a celebrated entertainer.
My three biggest winners today were APHA, JVA, DTEA, and of course NUGT — a 10% position of mine. I am quite affable while offering you my insight and generous, charitable even. I am the nicest person that I know — and that’s because I have nothing to worry about, no trials or tribulations, no hard fought battles, nothing but steak dinners and well crafted cocktails — friends and laughter — a buoyancy in the quality of my life that can only be expressed through the grande and loquacious missives of the vainglorious Fly.
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