Oh, my run in with Vax, Michael and Boris Vax.
I was on a stock, and VFIN from NJ was constantly hitting this stock. They were trading it in a perfect pattern every day like clockwork.
The stock rallied in the first 30 minutes, then VFIN was tapping the stock all day. Then it stopped. Then in the last 30, VFIN was buying up the stock covering about half of what they sold.
Day in and day out. So I noted the pattern and knew this was not retail, it was a short. I spotted it on the tape (years of professional exp.).
So I put heat on VFIN. Finally I was making a stand against VFIN.
Then I got a phone call, someone from NJ wanted to fly out to LA and meet me at the airport. His name was Michael Vax. Never heard of him.
But I asked around and quickly knew who he was. So I met him at Cheesecake Factory in Marina Del Rey for Lunch. I brought two muscle guys with me, hehe, dont know why, but I did.
He came alone with a carton of ciggies.
He politely asked me to lay of his stock. I said kindly, NO! He politely told me who he was, how many people he killed, uzis, 5 years in prison. He was not telling stories, its all there on the internet.
He went home, and so did I. I immediately packed my spouse and kids and drove from Malibu to Montecito in Santa Barbara. Stayed two weeks at the Montecito Inn. Loanranger would like that place, as it was owned at one time and still decorated in the period of his favorite character.
I squeezed his ass and the stock shot from a couple pennies to nearly a half a buck in two trading sessions. He was covering, I was selling it back to him.
Then I got an invite to meet Boris and Michael in Hanover Sq. in FIDI Manhattan. Nice he found out where my NYC apt. was located.
So I flew with my wife and stayed at our apt. Met Michael and Boris at a coffee place in Hanover Sq. (kinda by where Hanover House and Magna are..you know the toxic guys)
They offered me a job trading for them. I kindly denied their offer. But they took me and my wife to dinner in South Orange NJ at a nice Italian joint. Their wives and mine all drinking grappa til the weee hours of the morn. Now I can tell his stories of who he knows, what, why, when and where. I was not interested in cement boots walking the floor of the east river.
I was driven back to NYC by car.
