Here I sit making a place among the night. I recline in my bed like a writer whom makes his muse an affair of lovers whom haven’t seen each other for awhile. I might be just another schmuck trying to make a buck out of a pipe dream. The funny thing I see with that thinking is that all entrepreneurs are on a pipe dream before they have success. I would like to welcome you to mine. One day nothing but beaches, coffee, warm weather, family and love. To get there I will be running a trade book and hope to make a believable profit and hence be able to manage money one day. If not just my own is fine.