Things Go Wrong with George

The poo hit the fan last night. Over the weekend, George and I discussed our strategies for arbitrage and I made the mistake of detailing my financial resources. I suppose because he works in finance, it stuck with him and I think it’s been preying on his mind. Looking at his house and grounds, I just assumed he was pretty well off, but now I think he’s got gambling debts dragging him down. Why? Well, because he hit me up for a loan.

London Bridges

Man oh man, what a day I’ve had. It’s later than late here now, but I think I might still be on Ontario time, and I thought I’d get some things down before I forget…

Movin’ Again

I thought, for a while, that I might stay in Canada with Uncle Max. Just settle down. But an opportunity came my way and I jumped on it. And I’m in London. Not London, Ontario – the real London. The one with the Beefeaters.