trader mike came to the pool yesterday with a coupon and ruined my evening.
there’s a man i know called trader mike. puritanical. infuriating. almost always right, which is of course the worst quality a man can have. he runs a private family office, not a hedge fund, and last night he was sitting opposite me poolside at maison blanc bleu with the sea doing absolutely nothing and him doing the opposite. animated. righteous. possessed by a coupon. you won’t believe what i’m buying, he said. i already hated the sentence.
