Well it wasn’t long before I wasn’t a GOOD BOY anymore I had to honk and it’s not hard to find the shit in San Francisco no you don’t even have to go to the TL for that shit. You get it in school. But I needed MONEY I have always needed money but I needed it more after I ran through Pops’s five grand so I needed to get a job needed to get a job. I heard they were hiring some kids downtown doing financial stuff so I just walked right on the trading floor (this was the STOCK floor back then in the exchange building) and someone asked the kid if he needed a job. Then I was SET MOTHERFUCKERS because I got free lunch and a hundred bucks a day and all the blow I could sniff, these guys used to send me out to meet the dealer (and to get lunch, right). When they had their fill of blow they would send me around the corner to Venue to get a chicken PESTO which was divine.

SO LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS that I did NOT go to college nor did I have any desire although Ginger would have told you that I was smart enough yes. But you don’t need a degree to get rich because you don’t need a degree to work on the floor and that is what I did. And you CERTAINLY did not need a degree to buy stock sell stock limit bid stop loss all that shit. But many days that little exchange building was a BONEYARD and fuckin COMATOSE and I kept hearing about all this cool shiz happening around the corner on the OPTIONS floor, so I started sniffing around (which suits me, ha ha fuckin funny) and I found out that all you needed was a copy of this NATENBURG book so I got one and read that shit and dogeared it and highlighted it and the book looked like it was in a fuckin rodeo. And I knew about all this cool GAMMA shit and VEGA and I fancied being a trader but I was SMART and did what I know best which is PEOPLE, MOTHERFUCKER, I know how to take care of people. And that is the dirty little secret of Wall Street, or, Montgomery Street, that the people who are good at dealing with people make more than the statheads who know the math. And that is true in most of life too. Well mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be brokers because I have taken care of more dudes with more blow and more women than you can shake your DICK at and I usually get involved myself.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY PROBLEM because I was just on the floor of my apartment puking my guts out after being awake for like 100 hours straight sniffing and banging and honestly I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going to die. I have been through this before, Big Lee took me to a OH MY GOD AN A.A. MEETING he was worried bout me and dude that was one FUCKIN EXPERIENCE. I go in this place by the Marina in the dungeon of a church (I hadn’t set foot in a church since pre-Ginger) and there was fake wood-paneled walls and a shitty coffee pot and shitty chairs and I’m like Big Lee, this PLACE is so GHETTO but I kept my mouth shut. But it wasn’t the surroundings it was the PEOPLE they all had these ridiculous GRINS on their faces, not shit-eating grins, not smug, they looked, uh, what is the word, BEATIFIC? They looked like they were smoking rocks although it turned out they were smoking GOD because that’s what this whole gig was about, it turns out, you go to GOD and give up the drugs.