[Tuld] Jesus, when did you start feeling so sorry for yourself, it’s unbearable… What, you think we may have helped put some people out of business today? That it’s all just for naught? Well you’ve been doing that everyday for almost forty years Sam. And if all this is for naught then so is everything else out there. It’s just money, it’s made up, a piece of paper with some pictures on it so we don’t all kill each other trying to get something to eat. But it’s not wrong and it’s certainly not any different today than it’s ever been. Ever. 1637, 1797, 1819, 37, 57,84, 1901, 07, 1929, 37, 73, and 1987… God damn did that motherfucker fuck me up good, 92, 97, 2000, and whatever this is gonna be called. They’re just the same thing over and over. We can’t help ourselves, and you and I can’t control it, stop it, slow it, or even ever so slightly alter it… We just react… and we get paid well for it if we’re right… and get left by the side of the road if we’re wrong. There’s always been and there’s always gonna be the same percentage of winners and losers, happy fucks and sad sacks, fat pigs and starving dogs in this world… yes there may be more of us today… but the percentages… they always stay exactly the same.