Basement Bull Market

Shopping

Mom restocks the Celsius, which constitutes the supply chain. His own purchases are a standing desk, a third monitor, and a TradingView subscription billed annually so the recurring charge feels like conviction. Chipotle runs happen in a Camry borrowed from the woman holding the lease on his life.

Spending

Thirty-four, unemployed by a choice he calls freedom, trading 0DTE SPY options on margin funded by a liquidated Roth. The portfolio is up huge, he swears, and the screen stays angled away from you the way a man hides a wound. Rent is zero, which is the sole reason the account still exists.

Media

A Discord that pings at 3 a.m. with twenty men congratulating each other for surviving a drawdown they collectively caused. One Michael Burry tweet, read once, has become a permanent dialect; he now speaks in gamma. CNBC stays on mute for the graphics.

Interests

Charting, coping, and explaining theta decay to relatives at Thanksgiving until somebody changes chairs. Trophies from a sport he quit sit above blackout curtains taped at the corners. The plan is to make it before the arrangement expires, and the arrangement is his mother.