OK. It finally sank in this morning that I have a reliable modest winning system. Not going to own the world, even at today's prices, because it has finite scalability. And if I got too greedy and become too obvious "they" could queer the deal. Have to stay below the radar. So I have this tidy supplement to my Unsociable Insecurity benefits and my pitiful fixed incorporeal retirement. What to do with a minor windfall? I could probably afford to live anywhere that wasn't glam that I wanted to. Certainly could move to Tucson to the old slummy part of town and look for some other old geezer who trades to bullshit with, but how could I be sure he really trades? Might could even afford to move to lower MannyHatty to one of those lofts where they just ran the rats and cockroaches off, and jive-ass with ET's self-proclaimed trading stars, but I kinda think they mought not be what they claim to be. Collectibles, maybe? Got the baseball card equivalent of every stripper from the '50s. And all 525 Scarlatti sonatas. And every lute CD recorded in the last 25 years. And more ex's than I can afford. Wild sex? Christ, I would need a continuous intravenous Niagara drip of Viagara direct into the target site, kinda awkard for whatever working girl I hired to work around. Great booze? Already floated the battleship, and besides, I can't trade for shit hung over, not to mention that it counteracts the effects of the Levitra suppository and the Cialis snuff, just a pinch under the foreskin. Fuck it! I think I'll just hang around here and keep hairassin' ET!