Frat Bros Are Winning

As you can see from my prior post, I sold out of my weekly Zillow calls this morning. Now the stock is ripping.

Here’s how it all started. I have been faithfully stalking Zillow for many weeks after it impressed me with its gay jaunt higher early last month. I stalked and I stalked, like a caveman who sees their next ‘mate’. Then it came right to me, right to my trap, and I pounced and procured my position at wonderful prices.

Oh joy, I trade well.

Then this morning, just after leaving a deep meditation, I receive a text message. Mind you, this is 9:24am and the market is just about to open. The message reads, “Free Mustache Rides” which hell that sounds fun. It carrys a link to some disgraceful sight expounding at length a certain sexual harassment case brought forth on Zillow.

Short of time and eager to earn my lil Nasdaq nut, I check premarket quotes on Z, flat, whew…I go to Twitter and find the douche instant message convos of douche bags working for Zillow, puke.

I opt to keep the open in my peripheral while centering my attention on the much more vial Nasdaqs. It flinches and I cut out my risk.

I ignored my plan, forged for weeks in the bowels of the mother ship and missed out on a money making opportunity.

Lesson: news is noise, trade price action. Most of the time news rolls right off me like beads of water—because I am water. But I let these creepy dude-texts infiltrate my robot brain. ERROR.   Not a huge deal but you deserve to share in my lesson. Speculation is a sport for the Iceman. And let’s face it, most of you are crass perverts of the first degree. And that’s okay. I have no qualms with your life choices. As long as you execute trades well its ultimately your cross to carry. I’m not the moral deputy of the internets.

NEXT TRADE

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