At one time years ago I was in Las Vegas. While in town, I said, let me stop by the Wynn Hotel. Let me see what this fuss’s about.
I went in, looked at the red decor. I was wearing a red tie, and I thought: this is good.
I had no chaperones, no entourage, no advisors with me.
Will I see Steve Wynn today? Instead I see two German shepherds looking mean at me: they don’t want this scrawny Pitbull in their house.
No red carpet for me, no bells and whistles, no feast on prawns and bavette.
Insignificant. Too lowly.
Does that describe you today ? It did me.
“I believe that as a species human beings define their reality through suffering and misery” -Agent Smith, The Matrix
This weekend the WS Journal had a piece on Steve Wynn making multi-millionaires out of women. Women know this alchemy of turning $7/hr. jobs into $7.5 Million.
I didn’t turn $7 into $7.
Here’s the lessons from this story:
1.Two German shepherds don’t make a Pitbull.
2. If you don’t listen to your Pitbull, you’re one one to blame.
3. As the Pitbull goes hungry, ignored and shat at, it doesn’t weaken, it strengthens !
Hello Max,
How fast did they run you out ?
Faster than the speed of love.
All these fucktards can't even put together a half decent pitch.
http://youtube-breakingintowallstreet-com.s3.amazonaws.com/79-12-UPL-Stock-Pitch.pdf
Were you doing an O&G PPM ?
No, I was running a triathlon.