The Incidental Malice of the Universe

I arrived to New York City this afternoon aboard the 20th Century Fox Executive Gulfstream G5.  I am here to further negotiate my Wall Street sequel. Allan Loeb is on board. Stephen Schiff is obviously out. Now we talk for real. 

I'm staying in the penthouse suite at Morgan's on Madison Avenue. These are ultra-chic and spacious duplex-style accommodations. I have a greenhouse. I have a kitchen. I have a living room. I have a media room. I have a spiral staircase. 

I will use none of these.  I am holed up in my luxury suite bedroom, and I have been smoking weed since 5pm (I think). 

There is a frozen ladybug on the exterior windowsill ledge window nearest my double-king bed. How long was she there before she committed to die that way? And did she know she was dying?

And what does this say about my luck?