Beat down like a drunken sailor

Getting drunk on oil, the love juice of Mother Earth.

May 25, 2026

🕒 8 min read

Remember when I told you this oil spike, caused by the latest Middle East crisis, would fizzle out and send prices back to $50?

Well, let me tell you a little secret.

Yours truly believed his own bullshit and went short oil at $85.

Can you guess what happened next?

Yeah. I got blown the f*** out.

March 9th, 2026, to be exact.

I had a short position on with a stop at $100, thinking that was a safe distance away. The market ran straight through it like it was nothing.

Just like a sailor stumbling ashore after four months at sea, drunk on freedom and blinded by the first femme fatale giving him attention, I got seduced by the oil spike.

And just like that poor bastard waking up in an dark side street with no wallet and two broken ribs after getting jumped by the local Russian mob, I too got tricked, humbled, and thoroughly beaten down.

But unlike our sailor friend, I kept my protection on in all the excitement.

That stop-loss hurt like hell, but it kept me alive.

Fortunately, it was only a starter position. Bruised ego, bloody nose, lighter account - but still breathing (after licking my wounds, and sobbing like a little b…).

And in this business, surviving to fight another day is half the game.

Because the market doesn’t care about your conviction. It doesn’t care about your macro thesis, your Twitter thread, or your “high probability setup.” Sometimes it waits patiently for you to feel smartest… and then punches you straight in the mouth.

And just like that quote from Rocky - “It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward”… or some stupid shit like that - I took the hit, got back up, and I’ll keep going.

This time, I was the idiot at the table.

Never go all in on a geopolitical oil spike.

Until next time..

- Bardur