Sometimes I swear that old man is still talking to me beyond the grave. Still whispering words of advice in one-liners. Those little notable quotables that somehow linger with the potency of fumes left behind from the South end of a North-bound menstruating skunk.
Heavy and ripe. Even today, his words just won’t wash off. And that’s probably why I can’t sleep tonight.
Not because of 1 million shares invested in a “penny stock”—and a biotech at that! But because of a hellacious 2024 tax bill and a lot of credit card debt (poor man’s float), which I know comes due this fall.
And if I don’t pay it off now, while I can…and ATYR does happen to implode…who gives a shit about the 401k? Worse thing that’s gonna happen there is I’m going to have to go back to work like the rest of the 99% of the world.
But debt and taxes. The bank doesn’t wait and neither does Uncle Sam.
Persistent bastards. Loan-shark interest.
And so that’s the lesson of the day….
If you can’t sleep, you’ve got too much risk on.
Still, rest easy, because according to Gramps, it’s hard to go broke with 100% returns while you get square with the house’s money.
People keep asking me about running down to the bank and taking out loans to buy more ATYR. Well, shit! Wasn’t the time to lever up when the stock was at $3, not $6?
And so, alas, my obsession with round numbers and my 1 million shares MUST soon end once ATYR makes a new 52-week high over the coming weeks.
Yes. It’s been nice knowing that every time the stock moves a penny, it’s $10,000 in either direction for my net worth. But would I rather have a debt-free 950,000 shares, or spend the next three months shitting peach seeds while I hope the stock gods pour down heavenly mana, when they might, instead, serve me a big shit burger to eat with $150,000 of unpaid liabilities for condiments?
And maybe that’s the point.
Sure. It’s easy to get caught up in a compelling story, and hell, I know I’m a sucker for good one. But when my sleep smells like an ovulating skunk for fear of my breath tasting like an excrement sandwich, that’s enough indication for me to want to take just enough off the table in preparation for a great big biotech bear hunt.
Either way, it’s gonna be a helluva story for this community….
Narrative #1: “Honey, I lost it all because I followed the Reddit ramblings of a certified mental patient with bipolar disorder who wrote an entire blog while under the manic influence of full-blown psychosis.”
Narrative #2: “Honey, we’re filthy rich because this jackass journalist with dyslexia, severe ADHD and bipolar disorder, fell off his rocker while in psychosis and wrote a Reddit blog on how to beat Wall Street at its own game! Thank god for delusional lunatics!”
Peace out.
-Tweedle
