My back hurts so any story that implies anybody traveled around and did anything cool or interesting involves standing so that pisses me off
"When I first walked in (the pit), every motherf...can I say fucker? (yes). Every motherfucker has a rolex on their hand. That's all I can think about when I started trading. I mean they got more on their wrist than what I have in my account. And I'm just like, you know what I could beat these guys" - Greg Riba (Floored movie).
Am I the only one that thinks their values are all wrong? They are enslaved to a machine in the gold stuff on their wrist merely indicates their enslavement. A successful trader would be relaxing on the beach while his algorithms and trades work for him, or perhaps surfing or just larking about. A start contrast to the guy who wakes up at the crack of dawn and transports his creaking body through a maelstrom of industrial noise in a large populated area to experience more noise and hormone inducing cortisol accelerating the aging and degradation of organs but at least he has that Rolex
I don't know it seems like crack cocaine might detract from the enjoyment of the women but that's just me
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response for the motor-head's soul: Alas, the hyper-thorough jackbooted elves in stuttgart just doula'd this very hardtop: