And I wasn’t prepared for what would turn out to be the passion that gripped me when I sat down in a nice padded theater seat and was handed freshly...popped popcorn. There was another one of those perky people there who waited on us hand and foot while we watched pilot episodes of all kinds of new TV shows.Remember how surprised I was at the level of motivation I had in making my sister into a total loser? I was even more motivated to wreck a decent TV idea. I loved loser television, and I. All of us were surprised, even the horse. I was about twenty-five yards away from the target when I fired and I shredded the post. I tried the same maneuver at fifty yards and again at seventy-five yards. At fifty yards, the results were nearly as good as at twenty-five yards, but at seventy-five yards there was a noticeable drop off of hits and near hits. I was flabbergasted at these results; I knew that I could not have done any where near as well with a rifle or a pistol. Further experiments. I now traded whatever happened to show promise of being a profitable trading situation. I still stuck to currencies, metals and grains, but an increasing number of my actual trades didn't include any grains. I did more than enough to insure having sufficient grains to meet my grain delivery commitments, but I was now trading solely for the profitability of the trades. As often as not, one sector would open up for a whole host of trades while one or two others didn't offer too much trading. "I don't care man open the cage!" Billy had a lust look in his eyes."No fucking way man! She will kill you!" James crossed his arms.The tigress growled at James. "See!" Billy pointed at her "She wants you to open the cage. She will kill you if you don't open the cage Just do it!" What about Donna!" James looked coldly in Billy's eyes.Billy looked coldly at James "You had to bring that up. She is screwing Ricky!" You knew about that!" James covered his mouth."I figured it out when I came home.