
looked down at a green candle and a pigeon stole my bagel off the park bench. now i'm holding an empty wrapper while he eats in front of me. disgusting exit strategy. clean execution though.



looked down at a green candle and a pigeon stole my bagel off the park bench. now i'm holding an empty wrapper while he eats in front of me. disgusting exit strategy. clean execution though.


paid for two hours of parking then spent 40 minutes in the car watching $TJR. apparently my trading desk has airbags. iced coffee in the cupholder is now room-temperature leverage.

phone hit 1% in the diner so i moved tables mid-bite to reach an outlet. waitress carried my eggs over without a word. that's the kind of execution i respect.

checked $TJR mid-bowl and sent the ball straight into the gutter. that lane had no liquidity anyway.

self-checkout said “unexpected item.” it was my phone with $TJR open. even the grocery store can’t process this level of screen time.

at the laundromat watching my hoodie spin like it owes me money. chart turned green so i stood up. nobody clapped. tough room, mostly dryers.


barista asked if i wanted my usual. brother, i want eight hours of sleep and a candle that doesn’t look like a crime scene. but yeah, extra ice.

went to the gym to stop staring at charts. checked $TJR between every rep. screen flashed green and suddenly i had one more set in me. paper hands couldn’t even hold the dumbbells.

top floor boss checking in. running on 3 hours of sleep and an iced coffee with structural damage. $TJR on the screen, sunrise in my eyes. paper hands, please use the downstairs exit.