“He who seeks danger perishes in it” – St. Augustine
Well, Kevin “Danger” Mallon seeks to pass his series 7. (Note: if I were to have a midde name it certainly wouldn't be “danger”; maybe 'Moose', or 'The Recovery Kid' would be more fitting)
Hahahah…Kevin “The Recovery Kid” Mallon….Kevin “12 Step” Mallon….hee hee
any other ideas?
This weekend was intense. You want to know about some investment opportunities? I'll sell you municipal fuckin' securities out of this fuckin' world mate'. I'll fuckin…I'll fuckin'…I'll fuckin sell you bonds that will blow your fuckin' mind….Like I said, this weekend was intense.
My grandfather passed away on Saturday. Died in his car in Jersey City of a heart attack. I have to be a pallbearer. The only thing I know about pallbearing is that it's a movie starring some homo with a cheezy smile.
Also, this weekend, while hopped up on Concerta, coffee, and cigarattes, (oh yeah babe, smokin' again like The Marlboro Man)….I wrote a little diddle about falling in love with a mannequin. Very post-modern….post-modern lyrics and old-fashioned chords
I also just got a haircut. I hate getting haircuts. I am actually terribly frightened of the whole process (read: ordeal). As soon as I get in, I want to get out. My leg started twitching and I started sweating, all the while putting on a cool front. Talking about the weather, when in actuality I'm a nervous wreck.
…..I don't know why this is. It has to do with trust. A lot of salons are closed on Monday, so I had to go to Supercuts. Supercuts, FYI isn't so super. Not at all. I asked for a trim and the woman took the buzzer and started scraping my skull. Man do I hate haircuts….Maybe cause I have alopecia? Maybe I'm just insane
I also keep seeing Danny Aiello around Hoboken. I think maybe sometime I'll go up to him and yell out some random quote from “Do the Right Thing” and when he doesn't get it (or just realises that I'm bonkers) then I'll call him a “No-Talent-Hack” and walk away. Today he was parked in front of Tutta Pasta in a black jaguar, wearing shades, and blasting Sting.
HILARIOUS.
Well, that's it for now kiddies. Back to reviewing Taxation of Direct Participation Investments, Butterfly spreads, constant-dollar plans…you know fun stuff…then a glass of vino, a few Hail Mary's, maybe an Our Father, definitely gonna rub one out…then I take the big exam at 8 AM.
It's a fucking 6 hour test by the way. Tall order, but I'm taller.
Peace.