And I Said I Didn't Like the Way He Got Things Done... The Blues They Send to Meet Me, Might Defeat Me...

I started off here at Columbia University a little over 10 years ago prior to the tech boom and the mega surplus of the Clinton Era... These days, post faggot terrorism and sloppy wars, I find myself helplessly fucked over and in predatory debt worse than fucking Argentina, with less net worth than some felony hick without a GED... I could see my freshman year dorm window in John Jay Hall on the left of Butler Library... funny thing is, I was only 'mildly' filled with youthful idealism back then, and yet I still didn't properly prepare myself for the raw shit and fallout of irrational exuberance... what am I writing about... I just had sushi by myself as mom is not home yet... just like the old days... and now... the end is near... and so I face... the final curtain... tomorrow, if I rise, I will slam the market with at least 10,000 shares of (NT) per click lifting ARCA even though it's a rip off to lift ARCA, working ISLD even though it's a rip off to work order on ISLD, and work both sides on Chicago Exchange and literally book a flight to the pit in Illinois(the flight's on skyrocket APR credit of course) if the NT specialist screws with my orders, and beat the piss out of him with fists and elbows and kneecaps to the groin... I drank hot sake with red face... it's wonderfully pleasant temperature all week, and I love to walk random streets, stalking for the sake of stalking... tapping on windows of restaurants both fancy and homely like a hoboe bum... grinning with my toothless partial denture... saying, yeah, I fucked up big in the last decade... please write me off as bad debt.