It’s May Day and that means something to the homosexuals in Europe. Here in the states, vagrants roam the streets of Wall, trying to “occupy” something. The west is dead. It’s only a matter of time before barbarians from the east conquer our lands and force us to work in FOXCONN slave factories, making Ipods for TIM COOK.
I sense complacency in this tape. In other words, a do nothing day deserves a nap. Fuck this shit, I’ve slept about 10 hours over the past 10 days. I’m gonna head out now to sleep like a fucking crocodile on the couch. Should any of you bother me, I will bit your fucking hands off.
As long as AAPL is rebounding today, the world is okay.
Finally, VLO had great numbers; but the stock is circle jerking. I like ABV based upon the laws of mathematics, and other shit that I am not privy to mention in these hallowed halls.
As your host here on iBankCoin, I felt it was my duty to describe what I do here, exactly. Compare and contrast the ongoings here– to other financial websites– and you will find the other sites are penned by pussies, lacking grit, also without top hat and smoking jacket. I hope you understand the significance of the statement.
I was placed in a pot of hot boiling water since young, dealing with adversity, widowed mother, impoverished and without snacks. Hard times.
It wasn’t chance that Le Fly was plucked out of his high school class by a mutual fund manager from Seligman, after reading an article written by a young space alien magician. Shortly thereafter, Plutonium Petey was opening mail for one of the biggest mutual fund managers in the country, clad in chinese delivery man shirts, extraordinarily rough around the edges.
The dominos were set in motion from that point; but it was only the beginning.
During the Asian contagion crisis, penniless and dejected, Senor Tropicana was left with just one client. He was a southern gentleman of extreme importance, with a proclivity to gamble. He had no business entrusting me with his money, since I was out of my league. But he gave me a shot.
As the crisis deepened, my wife and 1 year old son waited for me at home, basement apartment, owned by a fucking moron. About $35k in credit card debt soon ballooned to $50k, as my income remained nil for a period of 4 months, without abatement.
No one to rely upon but myself.
I capitulated, opting for the idea of a “salaried job” at one of the discount houses. I could make $50k in a good year, modern day union job, without the fucking union. But I was so depressed, my interview performances were abhorrent. No one wanted to hire someone who was moping around in chinese delivery man shirts, like a fucking loser, inverse of boss.
There is nothing dramatic about what I am about to tell you: there was no option but success from that point. I hit bottom, which coincided with the bottom of the market, in the gloomy months of 1998.
My southern gentleman client had just $20k with me. That was the entirety of my assets under management. I went to work.
Inside of 6 months, his account appreciated to $200k. My roster of clients expanded quickly through referral, as I went on a 15 for 15–dick hanging long– winning streak of leveraged excellence.
I was making $50k per month.
Since then there have been several peaks and valleys, namely 2001, when I wiped out my brokerage account– margin call style. But I had already learned the lesson, which was nothing was able to stop me, if I played the game with energy and better than the dork next to me.
Stay tuned for iBankCoin’s redesign launch. I think you will like it.
