Wednesday February 17, 2021
Tick tock. 3:40 / $2.28, 3:45 / $2.64, 3:50 / $1.19…. stupid, stupid “power hour.” My brokerage account screams red and my boyfriend, Algrodelfo (ticker ALFO) continues to taunt and tease me. I’m his own personal slut - too weak to resist, too strong to lose. This is my long-standing love/hate relationship with Algro. Closing bell, down $400 on the day. Fuck me running. *Reminds self that red is my favorite color*… ok, deep breath.
Rumination…
I met Algrodelfo six years ago while pursuing my Bachelors. College was not inexpensive, and my Mother was not a provider. Algro caught my eye on a bulletin board. (For the younger generations - I mean an actual, physical bulletin board complete with pushpins and colorful pieces of paper crowded on top of each other and begging for attention for one reason or another.) “WANTED: Female’s age 18 – 24 for paid research study involving the use of Psilocybin for the treatment of depression.” Huh… Dirt poor college student, check. Depression, fuck… double check. Former recreational drug user, check. (Not gonna lie, X was da bomb…don’t judge.) Hello lovely vertically written, hot pink, bulletin board tear-off phone number. Hello Algrodelfo Pharmaceuticals.
“Don't worry about anything, you’re going to be just fine here.” Ha!! I should have run then and there. Why didn’t I? Oh yeah, the exotic memories of the ecstasy…mmmmm. The accommodations for my extended stay were quite nice – private room and bath. Maid service. Beautiful window view of the dark, dank, dirty inner city. Much better than Mom’s place for the summer. Clothing - blue scrubs. Every day… blue scrubs. No makeup, ever. In hindsight, I think that the drab existence was a part of my own personal experiment – going from flair, heels, and full makeup to nothing outstanding, just one of the everyone else. Did it add to the depression, or take away from it? Huh… Let the games begin.
Now, I’m not going to lie – taking medically supervised micro-doses of magic mushrooms was fucking incredible AND I was getting paid for it. Hell, I would have done it for free – it was THAT good. The only real requirement was to keep a journal. Thoughts, dreams, personal breakthroughs, slaying demons, being slayed by demons. Funny, the bad trips were the easiest to write about. Every day, I was living in a psychedelic world of ever-changing colors and recording my thoughts in a black, college ruled notebook stamped with “Algrodelfo Pharmaceuticals” on the front. The fact that the notebook was black always cracked me up – psilocybin induced techno-color reduced to all-color-sucking black.
Innuendo….
So, eight years later, why am I still a slut to Algrodelfo, to the ticker, to the broker, to 9:30 to 4:00 EST? Because today wasn’t the day, but tomorrow may be. I’ve spent eight years trying to reduce 30 days of tripping techno-color memories into just black – I’ve read my thoughts a zillion times. Crazy thing about my notebook is that the entries aren’t all mine. Not my handwriting, not my wavelength, not my right brain, not in order… cryptic, random. “Buy thousands. Run with the bulls. Canada is the fulcrum. Approval is the gateway.” – all snuck into my ramblings about how fuzzy caterpillars are actually really prickly, and that I cry when my shoes don’t match my purse.
Back then, I didn’t know the stock market. Hell, the arts is my life – but when I found out that Algro went public I bought 1,000 shares for $1.00 each. That was a LOT of money for me at the time. Over the years, the stock has been up and the stock has been down. Some days I lose money, some days I make money…. it’s all the balance between the psychedelic and the black. Tick tock.
Friday February 26, 2021
HEADLINE: “Algrodelfo Pharmaceuticals secures FDA approval for the use of Psilocybin to treat depression and PTSD.”
Fuck power hour.
Right now, at exactly 1:37 pm EST, ALFO is worth $20.00 per share. Right now, I am $20,000 richer. Right now, welcome home Algrodelfo… my dirty little slut.
Power Hour: 3:40 / $22.25, 3:45 / $31.48, 3:50 / $50.50
What now? Hold? Sell? AHHHHH!!!!!! Algro, my Love… I need a micro-dose, and a new black notebook.
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