The title of his first book is rough: one investor’s opinion of one author’s title for a book he wrote that has a needlessly wordy title.

Not sure this half-assed wisecrack actually makes any sense, but it’s late and last night we crammed our whole family into a hotel queen bed for some “sleep” while on the road for a kid’s birthday. Two adults and two children, five and two. As you can imagine, despite being the largest person in the family I had the smallest amount of bed. And one of those pointless fucking pillows that looks plump but flattens to essentially nothing. Or as their known globally, “one of those fucking Marriott pillows”.

For the record, if you’re at all interested in not waking up with spina bifida, you should go with the Hilton brands Home2 Suites and Homewood Suites, with the occasional newer Hilton Garden Inn. They have the best pillows outside of swanky hotels that I’m currently not staying at until we reach beach house share prices.

At that point I’ll stay wherever the hell I want without a pillow care in the world because my pillow butler will travel with me, lugging my preferred pillows behind him in one of those old timey travel chests people like Ken Chowder used to use as a child to carry his salves, tonics, and twelve piece suits from steamboat to steamboat.

I kid about Ken, but I’d wager a few hundred shares that he knows something interesting about those trunks, or at least has a story related to them. We should all be reading his response by approximately 4-5am eastern standard tomorrow.