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To: Druss who wrote (7512)	9/16/1999 11:20:00 PM
From: Solon	Respond to of 12754

Excellent, Druss: Lee has always had a weakness for the fast deal--amongst other things! Day trading is killing me.!... An Arkansas man wishes he had never stumbled upon the secret of successful day trading. "Life was simple before this", lamented the Hulking hillbilly, as he slid his huge frame behind the wheel of a millennium issue Porsche something or other. "I used to live by the four F's", said Lee, as he parked his Porsche next to his yacht--the Arkansas Hick: "Fishin, filletin, fryin, and fallin asleep--IMMEDIATELY after". Now he spends his time sleepin...at the helm of his huge yacht. Since getting involved in the lucrative art of day trading, Lee has moved his large family from a tiny tar paper shack next to a dirt road, to a huge Colonial mansion--next to a wider dirt road. When asked the secret to profitable trading, Lee was forthcoming: "Solon is the key", he said, as he peed off the upper deck of his huge new home. "All I really does, is watch what Solon is buyin...then I sell it short; ifin he is sellin, then I buy in huge quantities". Who is Solon? When we put this question to Lee, he simply said: "Who knows?"--and he wiped his nose with the back of a burly hand. Later in the evening, we ran into Lee at the snake cage--the epitome of fine dining in Arkansas. "Life isn't worth livin", he said, as he stared listlessly at his order of pheasant under glass. "Day trading has ruined my life", he continued, as he sipped reluctantly at a bottle of 1989 Chablis, while the band gathered at his table for another popular Grammy tune. "I wish I could go home and scare a bright green snake--and to hell with the hired man"--and with that, the enigmatic Mr. Cooper lapsed into a reflective silence, while closing his eyes--and drumming his huge fingers on the marble table top. As we left Lee's property the next day, we were approached by a famous personage in these Southern states--a NY fella, and a legend in his own right--Mr. Druss. "Don't be feelin sorry for this fat man", said Druss. "He will get thinner as he gets older. Much of his day trading profit is being invested through my famous NY brokerage firm. It might take ten or fifteen years (indeed, it probably will), but eventually...his long term investments will respond to the simple laws of long term probability; his long term hold will give a certain balance to this crazy phenomenon of day trading; Lee will not be nearly as upset at these newfound riches then as he is now. Indeed, I can assure you, he will be able to return to the halcyon bliss of his previous life style...". But in the meantime, Lee stays sober, and dreams of giant black horses biting the wood off of the corral fencing, as they toss back their glorious heads, and as they turn their huge wild eyes back upon him...