Well THIS IS GOING TO BE HARDER THAN I THOUGHT because that Chinese sage clerk bitch asks me for a TWOMP on the way to the pisser and maybe I should have got some head last time because now I am empty handed. Christ. I can already see where this is going everyone wants something from T22 and for once I am not going to be able to deliver. God this bathroom is disgusting. I stand at the urinal and aim myself and for the first time, even though I piss here every day, I see scrawled on the wall in front of me

FOR A GOOD TIME

CALL 415 843-9942

And I realize it is Lisa’s number.

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FUCK THIS I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT yeah I get it that Lisa and Nicky are hookers and the fuck other dudes but what the fuck her number on the bathroom wall like some high school slut or something for all I know that retarded lookin guy who talks funny is deep dicking her. Jesus H Christ. Well I guess this is what happens if you live this life long enough the unacceptable becomes acceptable. Personally I really don’t give a fuck if I end up dead I might be BETTER OFF but I just don’t want to stick around and see what happens next. I hear about this shit these guys who get addicted to crack they get COCK FOR ROCK when they run out of money I am worth eight figures plenty but you never know what could happen. At least I am not in stocks.

So this is a NEW LIFE for T22 I do remember one thing they told me at that meeting they told me PEOPLE PLACES AND THINGS. You know what that means. That means I gotta change the people I hang out with (like Lisa and Nicky and these scumbag traders) I gotta change the places I hang out in and I gotta change the things I do. Well I am a broker a two dollar broker so what do you expect. I wonder if I can just get Jackson to give the blow straight to the customer and cut out the middleman. There has to be a solution THIS CAN’T BE HARD. I do remember one guy from the meeting called himself Neil said I could call him ANY TIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT and I wonder if that includes the middle of the morning on a workday. I am not afraid. I’m going to give him a call, WTF.

My phone is buzzing in my pocket.

Well I pick it up it is Fuckface Mr. Perfect and clearly he has an order.

“I need a market on the 3COM April 120 calls.”

Hey W83, hey grommet, you want an order, you got an order.

I call W83 on my personal phone.

“April 120 calls” I say, and hang up.

“Walking over to the pit right now” I tell Fuckface.