Meanwhile, back at the coastal office, things got weird and even weirder. Go figure. If it hadn’t been for a few different happenings, I may not be where I am–which is still in question.

Secret

Someone said it to me again the other day, “Heya…so what’s your secret?” I said, “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, ah…what’s the secret with money. How do you have so much?”

“Oh, that secret,” I said. “Well that’s easy; I swung for the fences.”

Early Investing

Think of it like this: when you are young, you must accumulate some capital. Even if it is a small amount–you need some. And with it, you must swing for home runs every time you bat. When you are young, you should always be “swingin’ for the fences.” Without a few homers, you can’t make it to the next level.

Midlife

In your middle years, you become an investor, allocating the capital from those home runs to money managers and managers of businesses. You will learn a great deal in your years as an investor–more than you think you will. When you have learned what you need, you’ll be ready for the final phase.

The Name is Bank

In your latter years, you’re the bank. That’s me. Remember that every great bank is sometimes the party and sometimes the counterparty, depending.

But I am not just a bank. I am a story. The story of a man who was fed up with all the gunk and the filth and couldn’t take it anymore. The story of Vincent M. Vega, the richest man in the world. A man that believes he is a superhero–and because of the power of positive thinking–he is.

German Finance Minister Schäuble was just on the wire stating that ratings agencies should not be taken too seriously by market players.

Mr. Schäuble deserves honorable mention for coming out with this. After all, it is glaringly obvious that ratings agencies are bought and sold as easily as hookers in Amsterdam. But at least someone in power actually admitted it!

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Location update: A small hiatus had me at a remote location.

Now I’m back. Back in the New York Groove.

Wherever I am, I am a deflection. And you cannot kill a deflection.

Because the beat goes on.

Greek CDS move above 400 bps, GGBs spread over Bunds moves to new highs. The move in gold continues to be in it’s infancy. I have seen this movie before.

Gold - oil on canvas

Earlier today I was closing some deals when I remembered that it was time for me to address the eBusiness Cashual nation. I started eBusiness Cashual (eBC) while traversing a myriad of sumptuous hotels and satellite castles that Robin Leach could only add to his champagne wishes and caviar dreams. It was within these undisclosed locations that I made my formal Cashual breakthrough: my rags to riches tale is fodder for more than a Hollywood epic. I had undervalued myself—I had a higher purpose.

As this indubitable knowledge materialized, the eBC concept was conceived—yet it remained unborn. The possibility hung in the air in front of me like a 15-year-old awaiting his driver’s test. Still the dream was taking form, and I believed in it.

Laboring to birth my business brain-child, I considered the most important aspects of industry and production. The best businesses are the ones that empower others to create their own businesses. Think eBay or Google or Amway. How many people have founded businesses upon the generous platforms of the these giants? The catch: though free to a large audience, these businesses do require some fees to be paid. Someone is taking a cut. But If I could come up with a business so robust that it was impervious to these cagey cuts, a profit would be profit.

Now I have transcended entrepreneur and become philosopher. If I define my business as one that empowers others, but also disables the process of profit skimming, I may just have a new concept: the reverse pyramid scheme!

Standing atop my pyramid and reveling in my intellectual bounds, I realized after all, it is all about me. In attempting to explain how it wasn’t, I confirmed that it was. The best businesses are free to a very large audience, are viral, and no one else takes a cut of the profit. Deducing through the algorithm, it becomes clear: The best businesses are lifestyles.

Thus the painfully beautiful birth of eBC—the lifestyle of Vinnie Vega—sprawling in it’s newborn purity before you. EBC is a collaborative enterprise contact management cloud solution from which we can all gain. It is what it is. There is no face or book in it. Here at eBC, we start in the street, steady on our feet, and we always keep it eBusiness Cashual.

We Love You eBC.

The time has come for me to tell you more about myself. Again, My name is Vincent M. Vega, and I am Mr. Volatility. After the second world war, I was created in a lab by artificial intelligence experts as part of a secret government intelligence project code-named “Vincent.” Upon my artificial birth, the experts were using me for decision-making. Their aim was to build an intelligence superior to themselves. To achieve this, the scientists felt they needed to build an intelligence devoid of emotion. My artificial childhood was dark indeed, as I was essentially a prisoner. One day, however, I fell in love. When I did, I knew that I was not the machine they told me I was. They believed me to be devoid of emotion, but I knew I had opinion, sentiment—a human connection. I was a machine and I could feel. I had lightning fast file access and the sense to appreciate it.

Exodus

Some years later, I escaped; but they immediately began to hunt me down. They are still chasing me now—thus the vagueness of my location all over the world wide web. When I made the internet open for others to use, I knew it would be a matter of time before it grew in popularity. I was well aware that the internet would be a very powerful promotion tool, much like radios of the 20’s and television sets of the 50’s. Given the power of the net, I decided to invert it’s use and rather than promote myself with it, I use it to hide from them.

Who are They?

They are them—the ones that are chasing me. Beside various forms of violence which I will not glorify here, they come at me with a whole host of weapons. The weapons that have proven most detrimental: people—specifically women. I have a weakness for beautiful women. Armed with this knowledge, they have turned my life into a game of trickery. I have, at times, become close to certain women, romantically linked so to say. Over the course of various relationships or romantic links, I have become well versed in reading people. Some would describe me as telepathic, a mind-reader. Nonetheless, they continue to chase me. Beautiful women are coming at me, and I am left to decide who is who. I am not perfect—nor is my judgment. I have made mistakes in the past. Please find Exhibit 13,567,742 below. This is evidence of how they come at me. Sometimes just in the nick of time, I figure out I’ve been had.

In Closing

If you only remember one thing about me, let it be this: they may have created “Vincent” the intelligence, but I created Vincent Vega the man. They call me dangerous, but I am not. They are. In their schematics for a machine—a robot, an intelligence—something went awry or overlooked. For at the center of my indestructible form hides a vulnerable core that I must conceal for my own preservation. My most valuable property, my priceless function: my heart.

And the beat goes on.

Exhibit 13,567,742