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  1. ALL THE EVIL OF THIS WORLD
  2. Jared Dillian
  3. Contents
  4. 1
  5. SAN FRANCISCO
  6. Clerk
  7. W83
  8. T22
  9. 2
  10. NEW YORK
  11. Fuckface/Savage
  12. Squeg/New Girl/nderivs
  13. 3
  14. GREENWICH
  15. CN/trdrbear
  16. Weber
  17. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

trdrbear: u sure?

Weber is typing…

Weber: yes

He took a while—must have crossed something out and started over.

trdrbear: u trying to chinese the deal?

No answer.

What the hell.

I’m not going to let this fucking guy bankrupt me.

trdrbear: not doing it

No answer.

Two minutes until PALM open for trading.

I’m going to fucking lose everything on this trade.

Shit.

nderivs: hello

Good.

trdrbear: nothing yet

nderivs: k

nderivs: spinoff in 2 mins

trdrbear: I know

Fuck.

trdrbear: u would understand if u had kids

nderivs: understand what?

trdrbear: I can’t let her have them

nderivs: I know

trdrbear: I would give anything

nderivs: I know

trdrbear: I don’t know what I’ll do if she gets them

nderivs: I know

Weber: S 3000 COMS Apr 120 calls

trdrbear: No

Weber is typing…

Weber: what?

trdrbear: Not doing it

Weber is typing…

Weber: FUCKING DO IT OR I WILL FUCK YOU UP FOR LIFE. YOU WILL NEVER WORK AGAIN

Weber: I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU

Jesus Christ.

nderivs: 30 sec

trdrbear: pick me up

New Girl picks up.

“3000 Apr 120 calls, on the hop.”

“Say again?”

“FUCK, three thousand April 120 calls, come on!”

I never raise my voice to her, ever.

She puts her hand over the mouthpiece. I hear her yelling at Savage.

She is still yelling at Savage.

Weber: WHAT THE FUCK

“APRIL 120 calls, WHAT THE FUCK.” I yell at her.

“I’m trying,” she says.

“TRY HARDER!”

Weber: 10 SECONDS AND YOU’RE FIRED

Weber: 9

Weber: 8

“ON THE FUCKING HOP I TOLD YOU TO MAKE A MARKET.” I scream.

Weber: 7

I hear her screaming at Savage.

Weber: 6

Weber: 5

Weber: 4

I hear her slam down the phone.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Nothing from New Girl.

Weber: 3

Weber: 2

Weber: 1

Weber: it’s over for you

I am so fucked. I will never see my children again.

The direct rings from Savage. He is out of breath, or something.

“Where’s the New Girl?”

“She’s gone. 3000 3Com April 120 calls, you sold them at 20.

He hangs up.

Weber

I might miss this.

After the U.S. closes, at four, there is nothing going on until New Zealand opens, then Australia, then Japan. I like trading in the middle of the night. It’s easier to focus. I like the transition from Asia to Europe, when the U.S. futures start to move, and then the sunlight creeps through the blinds, and I can see the dust swirling in the air, when the San Francisco guys are just going to bed. I like trading Europe and Japan. I can actually lose money in Europe and Japan. Nobody knows who I am there. I sit here, in silence, and trade.

I started a magazine, out of school. Hired a staff and everything. I thought it was impossible to fail. Was twenty-two. Twenty-two-year-olds never fail. It turned out to be more of a marketing exercise than I expected, and I was spending more time running around trying to sell it to distributors and get advertisements than I was working on the actual articles. I did this for a few years, and gave up. I was dead broke, and I needed to make some money.