I write this shit, not because it should be a lesson to any of you, but because this is my therapy. Public flagellation, no homo, is the only way to get this rage out of my system right now is a semi-constructive fashion. Once I have said my peace this shit is over and I move on.
I have lost a fistful of thousands via VXX fuckery and PATK black magic at the worst fucking time, right before I buy a house. My top of the line snow blower/ ride-on mower purchase will have to be put on delay. I will feel the full force of this loss via shoveling wet snow and pushing my toboggan weighted mower across a half acre in the humid New York summers. Do not worry however because I shall recoup another couple thousand over time, full on piker style via slavery, at your local candy store. If you don’t know what type of candy I am speaking of look in your Viagra cabinet, past your woman’s Xanax, and take a couple more Vicodin. In time the scars shall fade and I will be back again like a degenerate at OTB with a monthly government check.
Hopefully in my time away from trading real money I will learn some valuable lessons via paper trading, reading up, and shoveling some northeast record breaking snowfalls. Please do look view the Pope as an unbalanced figure as I always find laughter to be the best medicine, even if it at the expense of one’s self.
I shall roam the fine grounds here at iBC like a lost soul for some time but will still organize the shit out of the 2013 fall iBC fishing trip. We have a small group of great traders/people already onboard, no pun intended, and more are welcome. I am even fund raising to have The_Fly present via human surrogate. I wish all of you the very best of trading via inevitable future QE’s.
If any upstanding individuals are up in the Saratoga region be sure to get at me for a round of golf or some wagering on the ponies over some fine scotch.