“Kids, let me tell you about how I met your mother…”
It all started a couple years after the Great War. If there was a time and place to be alive it was New York City in the roaring twenties and boy, do I mean roaring. Everything was thriving. We were on top of the world. The whole country was filled with confidence from our win and my wallet was filled with cold hard cash.
I always had a knack with stocks, so I picked being a floor trader. At this time I was a bit of an egg with nothing stopping me. You see, the stocks were doing great. Everyone had invested in them to support the war and now that the war was over everyone was investing in all of them. Stocks had their good day and then they had their bad. There was always rumour of it …show more content…
This tie, as the stock prices fell, no one came to save it. I tried to get out, I did. Nothing worked in my favour. Everyone was selling and no one was buying. Everyone was panicking.
October 29, 1921 or better known as “Black Tuesday”, was when I knew I had lost everything. It was the worst day of them all. That was the day I decided to take my eyes of the ticker. I knew my fate was sealed.
I took my hat off and headed home except I couldn’t seem to get myself to go there. If I went home, hung up my hat and took off my suit, then today would be the last time I could proudly where it. Today was the last day of being a rich man.
I couldn’t let the day end like that. So I quickly turned into the first speakeasy I could find. I wasn’t much of a drinker. I mean no one was if you asked because of prohibition, but I truly wasn’t. I never had a reason to. I figured though if I am going to spend the last of my money, it mays well be buying some bootleg and flirting with a few flappers.
I sat down at the bar and opened my wallet, almost wincing in pain as I handed over some of my final bills.
“Hard day with the stocks fella?” a sweet voice asked. I looked up to see gorgeous
It all started a couple years after the Great War. If there was a time and place to be alive it was New York City in the roaring twenties and boy, do I mean roaring. Everything was thriving. We were on top of the world. The whole country was filled with confidence from our win and my wallet was filled with cold hard cash.
I always had a knack with stocks, so I picked being a floor trader. At this time I was a bit of an egg with nothing stopping me. You see, the stocks were doing great. Everyone had invested in them to support the war and now that the war was over everyone was investing in all of them. Stocks had their good day and then they had their bad. There was always rumour of it …show more content…
This tie, as the stock prices fell, no one came to save it. I tried to get out, I did. Nothing worked in my favour. Everyone was selling and no one was buying. Everyone was panicking.
October 29, 1921 or better known as “Black Tuesday”, was when I knew I had lost everything. It was the worst day of them all. That was the day I decided to take my eyes of the ticker. I knew my fate was sealed.
I took my hat off and headed home except I couldn’t seem to get myself to go there. If I went home, hung up my hat and took off my suit, then today would be the last time I could proudly where it. Today was the last day of being a rich man.
I couldn’t let the day end like that. So I quickly turned into the first speakeasy I could find. I wasn’t much of a drinker. I mean no one was if you asked because of prohibition, but I truly wasn’t. I never had a reason to. I figured though if I am going to spend the last of my money, it mays well be buying some bootleg and flirting with a few flappers.
I sat down at the bar and opened my wallet, almost wincing in pain as I handed over some of my final bills.
“Hard day with the stocks fella?” a sweet voice asked. I looked up to see gorgeous