Tampa- Ran across an old picture of you modelling the cape and wizard's hat on your way in to trade. Might help to sell the goods.
It seemed that all was lost. The Sheriff was out front auctioning off my house. The bank had just repossessed my car. The wife had left, moving back to her motherâs house. I was left standing there with the proceeds from my once six-figure trading account â a check for $13.59, and itâs Saturday, so the bank is closed, and I canât even cash it! Dejected, a broken man, a washed out trader, I walked down to the blood bank â my third trip this week. Selling almost my last drop of lifeâs nectar, I proceeded to the 7-11 to buy a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter to sustain me for a few days. So I did what any trader would do, I spent the money on scratch-off lottery tickets â 15 of them. The first 11 yielded some two dollars. The last three, nothing. So I cashed in the two winners for two more tickets. And with God smiling down on me, it happened. A $2,500.00 winner! Enough to get me back in the game â and enough for that loaf of bread, and the jar of peanut butter. Itâs a miracle, a sign from above. It will be different when the market opens on Monday, I just know that it will.
I would like to welcome you if you were referred here by following a link from the âFraudâ thread. The name of the fraud can be found in the pages of this journal. A scoundrel, a low-life charlatan, and a man who repeatedly has told fibs to get his free trials extended. Read carefully, and you will find his confession, in his own words!
I donât know how to tell you, but this âjournalâ is not really a journal. OK, most everything contained herein, the follies, the misadventures, the harebrained ideas, and the stupidity are all true â more or less. At one time or another I have experienced all of it. In fact, I have a lot more where this stuff came from. This âjournalâ is or has been a compilation of true things and events over the years. I did it to amuse myself, and to amuse you. Unfortunately, some of the material is more recent than I care to admit to (sigh). It became a game to see just how many people would read it, and to be honest, it also became a secret competition with another âjournalâ keeper to see if I could out do him/her in attracting your attention. Along the way we sucked in more tan one poor soul who read it as gospel â that made us gigle. We tested the will of the moderator, Magna The Wise, to the breaking point. We teased any number of ET members â but only in good fun, honest. (You do understand that I am using the Royal we here. We bid farewell at least four times, and managed to find a way around it in multiple comebacks. There were spoofs, parades, and a generous helping of satire. As well as some gut wrenching true-life trades. With the above, I now leave you to wonder if, how, and when I can find a way around this post â on the plus side, it leaves my secret rival to wonder the same...