I think I now sort of know what it feels like to be raped. Of course that’s never an appropriate metaphor for a man to say, but the closest thing to it
When someone says something to you that is 100% false and is in fact exactly the opposite and you don’t have the ability to prove otherwise or rip his eyes out even though you totally could do it in seconds. That’s what its like to be raped.
This old drunk guy said. “How can you know anything about the stock market? You deal cards for a living?”
Other guy in my defense “I don’t think you know his background”
Old drunk “I don’t care he deals cards for a living what could he possibly know about the stock market”
So do I laugh because I in fact do know more about the stock market than 99% of the people on the face of the earth? Or do I hate myself that much more because I can’t afford to quit and show exactly how much more I know about the stock market than this old rich drunk fuck?
It would have only taken seconds? What is a dutch tender? What are Blue Sky Laws? How many NASD licenses have you held I’ve had 7? What is the VIX – it would have taken 30 seconds for me to blow him away, but I swallowed my pride for a paycheck.
Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
My tears are falling like rain from the sky
Is it for her or myself that I cry?
I’m a loser And I lost someone who’s near to me I’m a loser
And I’m not what I appear to be
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
I realize I have left it too late
And so it’s true, pride comes before a fall I’m telling you so that you won’t lose all
Now I know how that woman could quit her job just so she could take Stu Unger out back and kick his ass
