I remember when I first got into CYDY back in February of 2019. I bought my first shares at .55 and almost immediately saw it drop a few cents. Within a month it was down about 10% and it continued to fall through October when I was able to grab some shares on October 28th at .29. Two months later I was buying in the .90’s and it kept moving up from there.
I was a brilliant investor.
Until the great rug pull at $10, of course.
I had originally planned to sell some at $10, but the way it rose and the timing of potential catalysts kept me from throwing that “hopeful” order in to sell if it somehow touched $10, an amount that felt both deserved and impossible. I was planning on a low six digit sale of shares. Something to wet the ol’ beak and give me some fucking around money during the longer term run up to three digits.
We all know what happened, and I never did get that order in. Too confident in the future of CYDY, and maybe (probably) a little too confident in the short(ish) term profits I’d make if I held on to all my shares.
I was a dumb investor.
My short term play turned into a long term play while I was busy pouring over real estate listings in my preferred beach community. Not the end of the world, but frustrating as hell.
Though I’m still confident, because I feel like some things are inevitable.
Death, for instance. Taxes, too.
And I really do feel like Leronlimab is inevitable. Hopefully it’s still owned by Cytodyn once it hits the market, but if along the way there’s a company that buys us out I’d love to be able to still have some skin in the game after the payout.
I can follow along from the deck of my beach house.
But like it seems to always be the case, I'm still waiting "patiently".
Three years of having my money tied up in the most “almost there” company ever to trade has taken its toll. I’m all for edging, but waking up every day to a potential climax that keeps getting put off for another unknown-but-certainly-near-term day is frustrating at a minimum and downright maddening after a while.
I have a recurring dream that plays itself out every so often, and I’m now beginning to wonder if the reason it occurs is due to my frustration with CYDY's coming out party.
It almost always revolves around golf. I’m going to tee it up and hit a shot. Maybe it’s the first hole at a course, maybe it’s not on a course at all but rather in someone’s yard or, weirdly sometimes, on the top of a car. I step up and put the tee in the ground, or whatever. I stand up and get ready to hit, only to realize that my right foot is bumping into the tee marker. Or it’s standing in a hole. Or half off the top of a VW Bug. I need to adjust if I’m going to hit a proper drive.
So I retee it a little to the right, or the left, or whatever. I stand up to hit it, and a new problem arises. I retee it again and I'm standing too close now. So I retee.
Now my follow through is compromised. I don’t want to risk hitting the tree branch or a person.
Time to retee again.
This happens over and over until I either wake up or my brain decides to play one of it’s other fun games. Like the one where I have a random lady friend to take back to a room at a party, but every room I try won’t work for various reasons. Rinse, repeat, until my mind gets bored.
My brain is an asshole.
Your dreams are supposedly your subconscious, but you will never convince me that it’s true because if it were just my subconscious telling stories at night my dreams would make Pornhub blush.
Speaking of reddish hues, I just spent over a week in Napa and Sonoma drinking an enormous amount of red wine. The winner of the trip was Spring Mountain Vineyard where we did a vertical tasting of their cabernet over the years. 1979 was the first, and we tried some from the 80’s, 90’s, 00’s, and 10’s. It was insane and I couldn’t not buy a bunch of it before leaving.
Ate at French Laundry too. #HumbleBrag
Of course we bought wine from every vineyard/tasting room/store we sampled at, because here’s how they get you. Let’s say the crazy vertical tasting of cabernets that are older than your side piece runs $150 a person. Then after they tell you that if you sign up for the wine club you’ll get the $300 waived. Now you’re just spending $300 for $600 worth of wine that you loved and wanted anyway. Now it’s a steal and you can’t afford NOT to buy it.
Long story short I had to buy a wine fridge.
But because I haven’t hit on my CYDY shares yet I had to buy it outright like a goddamn neanderthal!
Life isn't fair.
So as I down the rest of this Bogle Phantom (I can’t ALWAYS drink way over my paygrade) and finish the second of my filets (I know many of you assume this is all bullshit but it’s not, I assure you) I feel hopeful about my investment this month. I even moved a little cash over and might buy some shares on Friday. It would put me at roughly double what I owned when the $10 came and went.
So it's not all bad, right?
Good luck to all (except the 13d-bags and everyone on my ignore list, which is lengthy).
I was a brilliant investor.
Until the great rug pull at $10, of course.
I had originally planned to sell some at $10, but the way it rose and the timing of potential catalysts kept me from throwing that “hopeful” order in to sell if it somehow touched $10, an amount that felt both deserved and impossible. I was planning on a low six digit sale of shares. Something to wet the ol’ beak and give me some fucking around money during the longer term run up to three digits.
We all know what happened, and I never did get that order in. Too confident in the future of CYDY, and maybe (probably) a little too confident in the short(ish) term profits I’d make if I held on to all my shares.
I was a dumb investor.
My short term play turned into a long term play while I was busy pouring over real estate listings in my preferred beach community. Not the end of the world, but frustrating as hell.
Though I’m still confident, because I feel like some things are inevitable.
Death, for instance. Taxes, too.
And I really do feel like Leronlimab is inevitable. Hopefully it’s still owned by Cytodyn once it hits the market, but if along the way there’s a company that buys us out I’d love to be able to still have some skin in the game after the payout.
I can follow along from the deck of my beach house.
But like it seems to always be the case, I'm still waiting "patiently".
Three years of having my money tied up in the most “almost there” company ever to trade has taken its toll. I’m all for edging, but waking up every day to a potential climax that keeps getting put off for another unknown-but-certainly-near-term day is frustrating at a minimum and downright maddening after a while.
I have a recurring dream that plays itself out every so often, and I’m now beginning to wonder if the reason it occurs is due to my frustration with CYDY's coming out party.
It almost always revolves around golf. I’m going to tee it up and hit a shot. Maybe it’s the first hole at a course, maybe it’s not on a course at all but rather in someone’s yard or, weirdly sometimes, on the top of a car. I step up and put the tee in the ground, or whatever. I stand up and get ready to hit, only to realize that my right foot is bumping into the tee marker. Or it’s standing in a hole. Or half off the top of a VW Bug. I need to adjust if I’m going to hit a proper drive.
So I retee it a little to the right, or the left, or whatever. I stand up to hit it, and a new problem arises. I retee it again and I'm standing too close now. So I retee.
Now my follow through is compromised. I don’t want to risk hitting the tree branch or a person.
Time to retee again.
This happens over and over until I either wake up or my brain decides to play one of it’s other fun games. Like the one where I have a random lady friend to take back to a room at a party, but every room I try won’t work for various reasons. Rinse, repeat, until my mind gets bored.
My brain is an asshole.
Your dreams are supposedly your subconscious, but you will never convince me that it’s true because if it were just my subconscious telling stories at night my dreams would make Pornhub blush.
Speaking of reddish hues, I just spent over a week in Napa and Sonoma drinking an enormous amount of red wine. The winner of the trip was Spring Mountain Vineyard where we did a vertical tasting of their cabernet over the years. 1979 was the first, and we tried some from the 80’s, 90’s, 00’s, and 10’s. It was insane and I couldn’t not buy a bunch of it before leaving.
Ate at French Laundry too. #HumbleBrag
Of course we bought wine from every vineyard/tasting room/store we sampled at, because here’s how they get you. Let’s say the crazy vertical tasting of cabernets that are older than your side piece runs $150 a person. Then after they tell you that if you sign up for the wine club you’ll get the $300 waived. Now you’re just spending $300 for $600 worth of wine that you loved and wanted anyway. Now it’s a steal and you can’t afford NOT to buy it.
Long story short I had to buy a wine fridge.
But because I haven’t hit on my CYDY shares yet I had to buy it outright like a goddamn neanderthal!
Life isn't fair.
So as I down the rest of this Bogle Phantom (I can’t ALWAYS drink way over my paygrade) and finish the second of my filets (I know many of you assume this is all bullshit but it’s not, I assure you) I feel hopeful about my investment this month. I even moved a little cash over and might buy some shares on Friday. It would put me at roughly double what I owned when the $10 came and went.
So it's not all bad, right?
Good luck to all (except the 13d-bags and everyone on my ignore list, which is lengthy).
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