The Intoxication of Trading

There were stretches when I’d spend a full day running operating companies in Asia—calls, deals, logistics—and then flip the switch at midnight to trade U.S. hours with my hedge fund.

It was the perfect inversion: the rest of the world slept, and I went to work.

To make it harder, I’d do it the way no textbook would ever allow—happy hour in one hand, the …