Nightmare sequence...
You're Auric Goldfinger, blustery gadabout, man-about-town. After a night of clubbing, drinking, and filling anyone within earshot about how smart you are, how you are one of the very few who market time and win, you catch a cab home. Hey, everyone gets overserved every once in a while. But you feel good, you shorted the bejeezus out of that bloated ELON, and hell, with Black Monday a'comin anyhoo, it was party time.
So, you oversleep a little, hey so what, I don't work productively for a living, I'm a Master of the Universe.
Geez, though, it can't be 1:30 already. Cripes. So you scrape the film off your eyes, time to see how much I made
sleeping while the great unwashed worked- Hee Hee.
You boot 'ol Bessy up, and ARRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.
It's a picture of your wife, Auric. Not my idea of a screen saver but whatever floats your boat. Now, let me see here, well Dow is up, but YES, the ol' Naz is down 50.
Well, you know the rest... |
