There i was drifting in the rough seas, having been shot three...

There i was drifting in the rough seas, having been shot three times in the back and kick overboard from the ship's crew. As i drifted in and out of consciousness, i felt like Jason Bourne. All i could remember is i had a mission to complete, but the weight of the Market was pulling down deeper , and further by the minute.

Could this really be happening....and if so, whos holding the steering wheel?

As i pulled myself back to reality, my head bopping up and down on the rough seas, i realize the bloody market had lost its marbles.

As thoughts were racing through my head, like bullits hitting their targets, i soon realized that those sorry basta*ds were exiting the market with there tails between their legs and along with their lost pride, the flow of tears into a dry dusty glass of beer!

ha ha ha ha

Dont ya just love a good story!