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Thursday, September 5 | ||||
Faded Beauty
Several month's ago I read Nick Maier's book, Trading with the Enemy, which details his most amusing and appalling experiences while working for Jim Cramer. Cramer comes across as a totally unscrupulous maniac, but I couldn't work up any indignation about his antics because I was laughing out loud most of the time. My favorite passage describes Cramer's love of Coolio's rap hit, Gangsta's Paradise, which he played to get pumped up. Power and the money, money and the power, minute after minute, hour after hour... "Jim stood behind his monitors, head bobbing like a pigeon's to the beat. His fingers randomly curled in what he believed to be gang hand signals as he sang along with Coolio in his high-pitched whine. Every so often he pointed an imaginary gun toward any one of us and pulled the trigger." Been spending most our lives, living in a gangsta's paradise. Keep spending most our lives, living in a gangsta's paradise. |
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