When I decided a year ago to learn how to day trade, I committed to studying courses two-hours a day and paper trading for six months. Many day trading instructors recommend a minimum of 6-12 months of paper trading – and proven success – before moving to real money. Note: I should’ve gone with the 12 months.
But, wait! There's more...“Leaving Brooklyn Fugheddaboudit” This is the sign you see as you are leaving Brooklyn. I can now officially add New York to the list of states in which I’ve set foot.
But, wait! There's more...Last we left off, my coworker “Spiderman” found someone to whom he could pimp his spider out for a long weekend in Dallas, was requesting transportation to Dallas for his horny male spider.
You new folks may still not realize I do not make this stuff up. Hang around a while and you’ll see little corners of the world you did not know, or perhaps ever wanted to know, existed. You’re welcome. I consider this a service in line with Public Service Announcements.
But, wait! There's more...Fear not, my dear Kernutties, fans of Breaking Bad, Walter White is alive and well and living in Texas… posing as my boss.
But, wait! There's more...Updates on Tales From the RV Park, Tales From the Office, and The Life of Pye. The office has snakes; a guy died at the RV park; and Pye is still nutty.
But, wait! There's more...It says: ATTENTION: Do not let Rozko (“Roscoe”) out of office. He must be quarantined for 10 DAYS! If he shows signs or dies, I have rabies. (signed by the boss)
It might as well say, “Rabies inside your new office, but don’t worry about it – you can keep working.”
But, wait! There's more...The cop goes to uncuff him, but he can’t find his handcuff key. It’s gone. Totally lost. He asks if I have mine.
Nope. Didn’t expect to be doing the handcuffing on this one. Plus my key was taken away from me. But that’s another story.
So the cop leaves me alone in the apartment with the handcuffed BIG dude. Who could head-butt me to death with one blow. Who is innocent of skipping bail. But not cop-killing.
But, wait! There's more...I spied. A lot. I waited outside houses, often for hours at a time, waiting for him to leave. I followed him work, to his girlfriend’s house, to the dentist, to the grocery store, you name it. Like a shadow, I followed him everywhere. I was a Private Investigator. You … But, wait! There’s more…
