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So get this, North Korea was waiting for Elon to Tweet who was waiting for Stanley Druckenmiller to Tweet about HyperLiquid, to hack Binance.

sex is great but have you ever quit a job that was ruining your mental health?

Forgot to post my Halloween costume

For fifty eight years, my boss in Tokyo believed that beef should be sliced as thin as paper. In Japan, we cook thin meat for four seconds in boiling broth. That is our way. Then last month, the YouTube algorithm showed Director Sato a video of a man in Texas smoking a brisket. It changed his life. On Monday morning, he called me to his desk. His eyes were bloodshot. "Have you seen this?" he whispered, turning his monitor toward me. "The American pitmaster does not sleep for sixteen hours. He sits by the fire in the dark. He guards the meat like a castle." I said, "Sir, it is just a barbecue." He slammed his hand on the desk. "This is not cooking," he said. "This is a vigil." Last Saturday was our annual company picnic by the river in Kanagawa. Normally, we grill thin meat and yakisoba for two hours and go home at 2:00 PM. I arrived at 9:30 AM to help set up. Director Sato was already there. I want to be accurate here: he had been sitting in a folding chair since 10:00 PM on Friday night. He was wearing a towel around his head and staring at a massive black barrel smoker he had imported from Oklahoma. Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS ABANDONED CORPORATE LIFE FOR THE SMOKE. When we tried to help him, he held up a pair of metal tongs and clicked them twice. "Step back," he said calmly. "The stall has begun. Nobody opens the lid." Twelve Japanese accountants stood in complete silence around a barrel for four more hours. Nobody dared to eat a single noodle until he gave the signal. At 1:45 PM, he sliced the meat. It fell apart on the cutting board. My boss looked at the pink smoke ring, nodded once, and wiped a single tear from his cheek. He has already submitted an official budget request for a trailer smoker for next fiscal year.

gm just quit my job because my boss threatened to “kick the shit out of me” how’s everyone else’s Monday going?

Gave all the kids that trick or treated last night at my house zyns. Gave a 13 year old a peach one and he said damn unc has exotics. Sure do, kid!

Asking my wife to pump me up before work:

Weekend vibes.

Logging on to Linkedin and commenting who cares on every post.

From 2010 to 2025 I worked third shift at a plant that made bathtubs. I ate beans and rice six nights a week. The seventh night was rice and beans, for variety. I drank a 40 oz King Cobra every morning at 7 a.m. on a lawn chair with one working leg, and I want to be clear: that was the best lawn chair I have ever owned. My wife hates me. She has hated me since the Obama administration. She smokes two packs of Pall Malls a day and has told me, on the record, that she’ll outlive me out of pure contempt. I believe her. She is the most reliable thing in my life and the closest thing I have to a moat. So when the market drops 40% and a guy on CNBC with a $3,000 haircut says “capitulation,” I don’t feel fear. I feel nostalgia. You can’t scare a man with poverty when poverty is where he had his best years. The worst case of every position I own is a return to the King Cobra lifestyle, and frankly I’ve been eyeing the lawn chair. That’s the whole secret of deep value. The guys in Palo Alto can’t hold a stock at 3x earnings for two years because they’ve never once been broke. They’ve never had to decide between gas and groceries and chosen the cheaper beans. One red quarter and they’re selling at the bottom and posting about “mental health.” Meanwhile my stocks have looked like my toilet bowl after a heavy night of Mexican food and drinking. My wife says I’m an idiot. She’s said that since 2012. She’s been wrong for fifteen years and smoked through every one of them. Go ahead and tell me about your stop-loss, hoss. Tell it to a man who spent fifteen years molding bathtubs he couldn’t afford to sit in and called it the good old days. Panic-sell your position at the bottom in front of third shift at the tub plant. Try that in a small town, hoss.

a haunted house but every room has a project manager asking for a status update

I sit in VCs with Cupseyy Dior and Cap a lot while going about my day. Those guys know there are plenty of days where I'm out delivering Uber Eats just to stay humble and remind myself where I came from. I'll literally be making deliveries, checking charts on my phone and aping into plays I believe are undervalued and deserve to go higher. Today, a bunch of the other guys in my GC found out I still deliver Uber Eats and genuinely couldn't believe it lmao. The funny thing is, some of the most interesting people I've met and connections I've made have come from doing Uber. I've met people with millions who treat a janitor with the same respect they'd give a CEO, and I've met people who made their first $100k and suddenly think the world owes them something. That difference in character tells you everything. I literally met the fund manager for Royal Bank of Canada through Uber. We got talking, built a genuine connection, and the dude ended up buying the same Porsche I drove him in HAHAHA. We're still friends and chat from time to time. You genuinely never know who you're going to meet or what opportunities a simple conversation can lead to. That's something I've learned to appreciate so much. But here's something I've always believed: Never let the money you make convince you that you're above the work that made you who you are. I don't drive uber because I have to. I do it because I never want to become the kind of person who forgets what an honest day's work feels like. There's something incredibly grounding about doing ordinary things, meeting people from completely different walks of life and realizing that everyone has their own story, struggles and ambitions. Money should give you freedom, not a superiority complex. No matter how successful I become, I never want to lose the ability to connect with people or forget the value of a dollar. There's absolutely no shame in hard work. The real shame is believing you've become too important to do it.

lol my boss just called me into his office and told me I've been spending too much time on twitter. Hold on he's saying something else now

This made much more sense 2 hours ago…