Under Attack:

A Memo from the Acid Capitalist

I’ve come under fire, dear reader. Thought Substack was my refuge, my fortified citadel away from the scam-ridden alleys of finance chatter. But no place is entirely safe from tricksters and deceivers who aim to silence truth. Stay skeptical, stay wise, and guard your minds. Stay sound. Ignore this BS.

Osaka RessurrecXion: The Acid Capitalist Goes Bullet Train

Now, picture me, the wrong Brad Pitt on that speeding Bullet Train, but who knew the real villains weren't aboard, but lurking online? Osaka, though, was something else entirely. It’s the Asia I regret never truly experiencing, the feverish heat, vivid streets jam-packed like the Arab medinas, buzzing with the restless spirit of Hong Kong in the '70s. Kung fu cinema flashing Bruce Lee gangster moves, Boeing 747s roaring dangerously close to rooftops at Kai Tak airport.