Weekend coming up. My old friend would usually call me on Thursday to ask if I could come up and give him a ride to the bank, drug store, etc. I always said yes, it was never an issue, even though I would sometimes think it was a pain in the ass cutting into my weekend time. Now that he's passed away I feel guilty for ever thinking that and wish I could come home and hear his raspy voice on my aswering machine asking me to come up and take him somewhere. We would always talk markets in the car, bouncing our thoughts off of each other. He was a value investor, I was a momo player. he thought I was insane for buying stocks near their 52 week highs. He totally kicked my ass after the'08 meltdown, he bought almost right exactly at the bottom and made a small fortune. But then he pushed his luck and bought BAC which never did shit. He became depressed before he passed away, and I've always wondered if it was because he sank a half mil into BAC just to watch it stagnate. Anyway, here's to old friends.