I cannot take a break to save my life. I try to go on vacation and the market just lives in my head, what can I say. So here I am. Not on a beach. Telling you to clear your calendar for tomorrow afternoon, and honestly, the funny part is this one is not even mine. It is Mark Sebastian's. My partner over on Wiretap and The Close, and one of the sharpest traders I have ever sat next to. Tomorrow at 4 PM ET he is revealing something he calls the Perfect Trade, and I want you in that room. Let me tell you why I even bother, because you know I do not put my name on things I do not believe. You know how I trade. Fast. I live in same-day zones, in and out, I am not holding my breath overnight praying some headline does not

I closed two big winners this morning. My SPY 744 puts came off for 188%, up $7,920. My SQQQ calls came off for 121%, up $5,259. Both went on yesterday, before the chips got smoked overnight and the Nasdaq dropped almost 2%. While financial TV scrambled to explain the red this morning, honey, I was taking the money. Let me show you how I knew yesterday. For weeks we had a clean channel running straight up. People participating, people buying, real movement. That is momentum in Voz language, and it was strong. Then the channel broke, and look how fiercely it sold off. Now, a break like that does not mean the move is dead. The bulls can grab that same force and whip you right back to the highs. So I did nothing. You do not short into force, my friends. Don't fight with bulls. Don't fight with your

Here is a fun fact that is going to mess with your head. About 80% of people, all over the world, from America to Japan, naturally turn left when they walk. Not in a car, just on their own two feet. Righty or lefty, does not matter. Given the choice, four out of five of us just go left, and we never even notice we are doing it. I heard this on a podcast while I was walking up and down my driveway, and you guys know me, I had to test it. Sure enough, I caught myself turning left every single time. So I tried to force a right turn, and it felt wrong. It felt blasphemous. Not even just wrong, okay, it felt blasphemous. Then I ran it on the eleven people I am staying with. Every single one of them turned left. Every one. Not one person