I think it runs.
Do I know that?
No.
Look at me. I’m sitting here with a thousand bucks in a 76-cent battery company like I’m Warren Buffett on a Marlboro Red break behind a gas station.
We are way past credentials. I don’t have credentials. I have instincts and a long history of ignoring them.
But I like it.
It’s a tiny company. Earnings are Thursday. If they come out and say they made even a little money, this thing could move.
That’s the whole thesis. That’s it. That’s the Ivy League education right there.
I even made a graph:
Portfolio diversification
FLUX ████████████████████████ 100%
Beautiful.
My financial advisor saw that and immediately lit an Everclear shot and stopped returning my calls.
Here’s my price analysis:
$0.50 ████ ah fuck
$0.76 ██████ nothing has happened
$1.00 ████████ gentlemen, pass the Marlboros
$2.00 ████████████████ apparently I’m Warren Buffett now
$7.00 ████████████████████████████████████████ I will be insufferable and slightly sunburned
And that’s what I like about it.
It’s small. It doesn’t need Wall Street. It doesn’t need CNBC. It just needs one guy in a stained hoodie, smoking Marlboro Reds at 2:13 a.m., going:
“Yeah… I like batteries.”
That’s investing.
Everybody else is talking about discounted cash flows and macro trends.
Brother, I need Kevin from Connecticut to wake up Thursday, cough into his third Everclear mixer of the night, see green, and go:
“Fuck it. 200 grand.”
Now it’s moving.
Then another guy sees it moving.
Now HE buys.
Nobody knows why anymore.
Suddenly we’re at $1.40 and some dude with three monitors is yelling about lithium like he discovered fire.
Perfect.
Obviously earnings could suck.
Then I wake up Friday, smoke a Marlboro Red in silence, and my thousand dollars is $700.
And I just sit there like the market personally disrespected my family.
Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been disappointed by something I believed in after midnight.
My financial résumé includes casinos, Everclear, Marlboro Reds, and a divorce that probably should’ve come with a warning label.
At some point you realize diversification isn’t your personality.
I’m basically a crayon-eating golden retriever who learned how to open a brokerage app and immediately started making it everyone else’s problem.
So THIS IS NOT FINANCIAL ADVICE.
I cannot stress that enough.
If you read this, light a Marlboro, take a sip of something that should not legally be called a beverage, and buy FLUX because I said:
battery cheap → maybe money → drunk rich guy notices → number go up
that’s on you.
You saw the Everclear.
You saw the Marlboros.
You still clicked buy.
That’s not investing. That’s character development.
I put about a grand in.
Enough that if it runs, I’m “that guy.”
Not enough that if it dies I have to explain anything to my family over Thanksgiving while someone passes me a lighter and avoids eye contact.
That’s strategy.
Could it hit $2?
Sure.
Could it hit $7?
Probably not unless the universe is drunker than I am.
But if it does, I will immediately become unbearable.
I will delete this post.
I will start saying things like “my model” while absolutely lying.
I will claim I saw it coming.
I will forget Everclear ever existed.
I will still be smoking Marlboro Reds, but now I’ll call it “focus.”
Position: 1,400 shares @ $0.7653.
Tiny cap.
Earnings Thursday.
Maybe they made money.
Maybe some guy in a gas station parking lot decides he’s a genius.
Maybe I lose a thousand dollars and go buy more cigarettes like it’s a retirement plan.
Diamond hands.