Early Saturday. I'm up way before the crack of noon. I'm a winner. I'm up way before the crack of noon, but 8am is "loser time." Got to get up and go. I'm fckn Fern.

Can't do it. Body says "NO." Mind says," Can't stay on the couch." Gotta get up and go. America baby. Rah, rah, fckn rah.

Didn't even make the bed. Drugs and alcohol have their say. Narcotics and friends take their toll. Drugs,alcohol and puss are way too fckn cool. Need sleep. Fonzed on the sleep.

Me: I'm fckn late. Fonzed on the sleep.

Trader buddy from Indiana: You're so fckd up. It's Saturday yo.

Me: Fckn, hayyzues christo. I woke up up being worried about shitty markets and work. Fonzed on life. Fonzed on the schlonge. Not even some fckn puss next to me.

Trader buddy: You're fckn hilarious and out of your fckn mind, again.

Me: "Go enjoy your day. Life is short. Your daughter's smile is genuine. Don't wake up thinking Fonzed on the life. Peace bro."

Trader buddy: "Good advice."

Me: "Carpe diem mutha fucka."

Peace little bruthas. Peace