This is the most expensive stock in history, and yes that price is per share. Berkshire hathaway is run by one of the smartest investment minds on the planet, Mr Buffet. The ability to analyze markets and global trends and invest accordingly is a skill that I hope to someday have. You dont want to be the guy that signs the checks, you wanna be the one that gives that guy the money to be able to sign the checks.
Its always said that you have to go to school and get your BA in order to make it. Really that nots the case, trust it helps to open doors for you but god given intelligence can get you very far. I think when you really get down to it the drive to become something more than what you were born with can get you to places you never thought were possible. I look back at my short life and think about where I was just 6 years ago, on the streets doing %#&@$! that really shoulda gotten my %#&@$! locked up. God is good even though sometimes I dont aknowledge everything hes helped me achieve, but I digress. Im eclectic, quiet, laid back 27 year old. I've achieved one of my dreams of being a stockbroker, no kids, and Im just bored on here right now.
Hit me up if youre interested in the market or about anything in general. Below youll find my old updates from when I tried to move to atlanta, looking back at it now that was probably the best thing that has happend to me. It caused me to come back to boston fresh and start over. Aight too much info, get at me.
"I dont think I'm better than you, I just think youre better than what you've allowed yourself to become"
My %#&@$! is right back where i started, i went to the A but found the A has no jobs. Now im back in boston its looking like what i couldnt accomplish down there in 3 months ill accomplish here in 2 weeks. its sad really cause i really wanted to stay down there.
September 27, 2004
You never really know how bad it is to have to take the T until you`ve had a car then have it taken away from you. Places that used to take me 20 minutes to get to now take me an hour or more (and thats if the trains are running on time). Im really gonna miss it here. No matter how much you dislike being somewhere you will miss it when you leave it. I never thought id say this but I will miss the snow, not the freezing cold but the look of everything covered in white snow.
September 24, 2004
I a %#&@$!ing bum!! at least I`m starting to feel like it. I`ve been sitting around waiting for my damn car to be fixed, aint doint %#&@$!. This is the longest time that i`ve sat around without a job or actively looking for a job. Before this when I was on my own I always regretted leaving my mothers house and being on my own, but now after living with her for 2 weeks now i realize all the reasons why I wanted to leave so bad in the first place.
September 23, 2004
its funny how now all of a sudden my ex (which shall be refered to as "the bith" henceforth) decides that I shouldnt be leaving boston because she still loves me. (it was funny to me especially since we broke up in dec) Have you ever tried not to laugh when someone is being serious but just couldnt help it? I dont think she took it too well but i really dont give a %#&@$!. I now have another reason why i should be leaving, getting away from "the %#&@$!" will be a welcome change in my life. Georgians really have it good, I changed my insurance to geico and lo and behold I actually saved money!! they saved me about $1000, and thats literal not figurative. I just really wish my car was fixed so I can leave. The dealerships had it for almost a month now, first it was a new transmission then last week its a new engine (thank god its covered under warranty). if it was ready now id be on my way but gotta wait. I guess its not a bad thing at least they tell me ill basically have a brand new car when this is all over and done with. I just wish it was finished so i can start my 18 hour drive to GA.
September 22, 2004
Well I`m moving, finally getting out out this hellhole and moving down south next week. Should be interesting cause the only person I know down there is my uncle and he`s a pastor so he probably wont have much time to show me around. People keep telling me its a huge move but I think It might be good for me. Im moving to a place called Kennesaw, dont know anything about it but from what people are telling me its filled with mexicans. Meaning it`ll be just like boston or chilling with my boy in spanish harlem. Anybody reading this want to show me around, hit me up. It`ll be good to have a friend down there.
You know its funny im really trying to think of something interesting to say but I can almost guarantee that no one will read this. In any case welcome to my page, I hope it inspires you, scares you, and motivates you. Why? I have no idea it just sounds like a good thing to say. My name is Josue, Im a manager at a clinic, I live in Sommerville. Have no kids, live alone, and I love an intellligent, professional yet gheto female. Anythingyou would like to know, get at me.
Please read on, these poems are kinda old, but they make my points on certain issues, mainly women.
The Pain
I wonder At times, do I deserve this?
Do I deserve to be hurt repeatedly by those who swear they bring me happiness? They come by the thousands, many shapes colors and sizes, all wanting to bring me pain. Sometimes not of their own accord but by a force that propels them to hurt. They always bring sweet lies, pulling you deep into their bussom before they unleash a pain that will break mens hearts. Who do I speak of?Women.
MASK
As I lay on the floor scared as a child
Loneliness encircles me like darkness
eating away at every inch of my being
days and nights pass without the light
I am drawn to it only to be pushed back into the darkness
the light always offers hope
but it deceives me whispering lies in my ear begging me to listen
only to realize that is is not the light, only the darkness playing with myemotions
I have been there for so long
that I do not exist
what resides is the shell of something they used to call a man
am I wrong to ignore the light some may think but only time can tell.
Aknowledege me
Seeing but never aknowledging, is this my curse?
to want but never being seen. She walks by but never sees me, am I invisible?
Or does she justnot want to aknowledge me?
Destinations are reached she is always seen but to her I`am always invisible. Why do you not look at me??
Why do you walk by and ignore me? Is it for I have not what you need or want?
Or is it because I dont`t look good enough?
Shallow is the mind that only sees beauty or ugliness, for I do have you need if only you would aknowledge me, I am not invisible.
The joining
I look to my right, I look to my left whichever where I turn I see the joining . Fear tempts me pushing me to speak so that i may be rejected. At times I`am fooled by the fear to speak just to be turned away with disbelief. Courage is something I desperately need, but it does not come for relief.
Am I a coward?
Or just one who his knows his place? At times I wonder
"Am I not as deserving as they?"
or is it because the fear does not haunt them?
Eventually I will find but sadly to realize that I`am not just as deserving.
THESE ARE JUST SOME OF MY POEMS, BUT IALSO WRITE STORIES. HIT ME UP AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THE BEGINING OF THIS STORY, AS OF YET IT DOESNT HAVE A NAME.(ANY SUGGESTIONS?)
Stop! Wherere you going?
Didnt you hear me? Stop right there or Ill shoot!!!
I smiled and stepped back into the shadows, immediately he starts shooting. Im already moving from that location, Im so glad I wore black tonight. I move towards him in the shadows,hearing him shouting wildly I know youre there. The lone bulb in the room doesnt give enough light for him to see me. I quietly move behind him, feeding on his nervousness, I can feel how scared he is. Istep up and shoot him once in his head. Hecollapses to the floor in a dead heap. I never much liked police anyway.
I look at his body and smile; happiness is bought upon my face, although I dont know why. I move back towards my victim, holding a knife. I brandish the knife, and look at him smiling, running the tip of it across his face and neck. Suddenly I get an idea, why dont I just leave this one with his fingers intact, that should throw them off. Turning around I look for the door and walk towards it. I walk out of the room into the smelly train station. The cop must have seen me dragging that *bleep* into the back room. I have to stop being so bold or Ill get caught. Its so late at night that theres no one inside the station. A smile crosses my face, another night, and another death.Sadness sweeps over me like a warm breeze, I know that I have sinned but I don know why I did. I quietly leave the train station into the cold winter air, Chicago is sleeping.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarm awakes me from sleep, my eyes open and I lay there and look at my broken ceiling, thinking about last night. I have to stop doing what I do but I cant help it, every time I tell myself that I will stop but I can never do it. Somethingalways brings me back, wanting more death and destruction. I look around and look at my dilapidated apartment, clothes are strewn all over the floor and theres a smell of beer in the air. I get up and go about my usual morning routine of brushing, showering, and dressing. By the time I finish I have some time to eat breakfast, I set the box of cereal right perpendicular to the bowl with the spoon left vertical, as always my milk is right in front of me, I sit and eat. Thoughtfully chewing and eating at amedium pace.
Being at work makes me so bored, being a mailroom clerk is a stupid job but it pays my rent.Ive been working at this company for 14 years, and yet the only advance Ive made is head clerk. Theres nothing new this morning except for the usual gossip around the coffee machine, everybodys talking about the cop killed last night, Iwonder if its the same one. Mail is a tedious job and if I wanted to I could make millions off these people, but the less conspicous I am, the better, people can leave me alone. At 10 a.m. I get my break, and I go outside for a smoke. By 10:15 Im back at my desk sorting mail. At exactly 10:30 my supervisor comes in with this beautiful young lady, Im immediately taken back by how beautiful sheis. "She will be my next victim" I thought "somebody will miss her, maybe a boyfriend or husband"
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