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Books suck. No question about it, almost everyone who writes a book is a crappy writer. And this is a good thing. It’s because the writer spent his life getting GOOD at what he was writing about. He didn’t spend his life being good at writing. He didn’t spend his life typing. He ran a […]

I was passionate when I was throwing hard pointed rocks at other little kids. “I hit him!” My friends and I would climb around construction sites, pretending they were forts. And throw rocks at each other until we were caught by parents. By adults. Fun! Einstein found his passion because he wondered what a man […]

Ok. I have a confession. Not quite like a confession. More like an adjustment. I’m only saying this because it’s Financial Fridays. But I’ve mislead a little. That’s all. I’ve written that people should not trade stocks. People should not daytrade. People should stay out of the markets. I believe this. But I also don’t […]

One time I hired a friend to help me with a writing job. Then I fell hard for her. Then she got pregnant. Then she got an abortion without telling me. Then I found out she also had another boyfriend. And, by the way, she did a horrible job for me. — In my first […]

I didn’t want to ask him about the murder. At least not yet. Maybe later. Let’s see how it goes. I was talking to John McAfee. You, at least know his last name because it’s annoying to everyone on the planet who owns a computer. I looked it up. I don’t know how they get […]

Today is Labor Day. It’s supposed to celebrate the workers who built America and fought for their rights, etc. For instance, we can no longer hire nine-year-olds to work 60 hour work weeks. Nine-year-olds were really bad at building bridges, for instance. And I’m glad that workers made railroads, buildings, bridges, etc. For the life […]

I constantly sat on the toilet. My boss always yelled at me. I couldn’t say anything. And when I left I went straight for the bathroom. I couldn’t go to the bathroom in the same building (what if he was in the stall next to mine? We’d both be making music right after his yelling […]