Somewhere is a vibrant office. I look for the initials ENZC bold and legible on the door. I opened the door to see a file loaded with patents in the office with multiple phones, some crumpled up post-it stickers, a broken bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, a half eaten Double Whopper with Cheese, 73 cents in spare change, an old Playboy magazine with the centerfold ripped out, a television playing reruns of Gilligan's Island and a share printing press with fresh ink sitting in the middle of the floor. Then I realized I was in the wrong building.
I stood there as a slow tear trickles down my face in what I was lead to "Believe," and extensive DD told me to do. My hopes and dreams shattered.
*fade out*
*fade in*
Somewhere in the Carribean, three lounge chairs, a festive table with three lit cigars, half full glasses of Gentlemen Jack, a brief case full of shareholders' money and a topless girl dancing on the table. There is distant laughter coming from Charles, Harry and Chandra...."That was too easy," I hear them saying.
My thoughts are so messed up right now. Sigh
Now back to investing