I am stockholder; I bet on the market, and I bet, and I lost. I am stockholder; I bet on the market, and I bet, and I lost. Few thousand dollars, few million dollars, How much? I don’t want to know. I lost all of it. My money, money from people, money from friends and comrades are birds in the sky, in the tube, to far away places…. I bet on the liquid assets, hi-tech stocks. What went wrong? I am not sure. What is certain is that I am out of cash, out luck, but with freedom to shoot birds, legs, chicken. The future is jail: corruption, illegal day trading. What should I do? I am already on the radars of police, law enforcement. $1,000,000 bond bail is handcuff ; it is loop on the neck. Try to flee overseas or face common criminals? It is bad choices. Maestro please turn off light. I will smoke from the revolver. It is late to speak with Goddess. From depression to self murder is just one step, only step. Who is guilty me, system, free choice? We are all sinners and holly. Give me freedom or let me die like soldier. Maestro, turn off the light, my horse is running to the ocean.

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