But when he was high, a fuzzy, contented peace settled on his brain as he watched the buy and sell numbers float across his Bloomberg terminal. He considered anger a constant-his equilibrium state. Mostly when he was sober he was angry: angry at his parents, his brother, the government, corporations, his boss. So he was straight, and he was happy about it, which was doubly unusual. He hadn’t dipped into his bag of Hindu Skunk because it was a Tuesday, and new bond issues priced in the market on Tuesdays, usually right at 8:00 a.m., and if you were stoned when the new issues priced you would miss a step, and if you missed a step you would make mistakes, and if you made mistakes you would lose money. Garrett Reilly did not bake that morning, which was unusual.
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