As you probably know, some successful investors are interested by arts. It probably makes them feel sophisticated, looking at some abstract shit in which they can either see some phallic form or a naked children. Some investors are fucking perverts.
I don't like visual arts. Well, at least not this pretentious abstract shit full of lines or splashing colors. Give me a bowl of raisin bran and 2 hours of digestion and I can do better. Sorry for the scato but I really think that visual art can reach new lows every day and some people seem to be pretty interested in these lows.
My real passion in life is rock and roll. I play guitar, bass and a bit of keyboard. Every week, I go to a bar to play with some fellow musicians. We mostly improvise (we often do a variation of Pink Floyd's "Careful with that axe, Eugene") but we also play some classics like "London Calling", "Message in a bottle", "Territorial Pissings" and some others.
I really really like rock and roll and I strongly believe that life wouldn't have any signification without music. I think I'm a good guitarist and an even better bass player. I play a bit like a mix of Sting and Tony Levin. You probably don't know who they are. Don't worry: me neither.
I don't really like sports but I'm a bit like Jason Donville on a certain angle. Did you know that he coached a lacrosse team?
Well, I'm not in the same league and the same sport, but I coach 6-7 years old boys playing soccer. I like it because my son is in my team. But I hate it because I hate some parents. Why?
The game starts at 6:30 PM and many parents arrive with their kids at 6:35, 6:40 or even 6:50.
This evening, for instance, at 6:30, I had 3 players on a team of 9 players. Isn't it a fucking bad way to educate your children, showing them that punctuality isn't important? These parents may say: "Oh, we work, and we eat our supper at light speed and life is so stressful and blah blah blah." OK, you're right, but, if 's too demanding for you to show some respect to the coach and the rest of the team by respecting the schedule, just STAY AWAY FROM SOCCER AND STAY AT YOUR FUCKING HOME AND PLAY POKEMON GO.
One of the boys in my team is so disgusting. He's always eating his boogers on the field. I've said a couple of times : "Hey Charles, stop doing that." He replies "My nose itches. I just scratched it" and he's absolutely not shy to repeat it 5 seconds after I asked him to stop. There he is, eating those fucking boogers in front of maybe 20 parents and 20 players.
This evening, he was the goaler for 3 minutes and while the other team shooted towards him, he was putting his fucking fingers in his nose, looking for some energy snack or I don't know. And his fucking father never says or does anything. FUCK, I HATE THEM BOTH. He ate at least 15 of those green sticky boogers during the evening. That was a fucking nightmare.
So, apart from investing, this is what my life looks like.