Two years ago I was contemplating buying silver.

At the time, it was hovering around $4 an ounce, and had remained pretty dormant for a long time. The market was down, I couldn’t afford to buy real estate, but I wanted to do something with the meager finances I had.

Of course, all my friends informed me that I was officially going insane. Who buys silver? The same kinds of people who build bomb shelters and stock up on canned goods and gasmasks and shotgun bullets and pit bulls named Damien.

I let the peer pressure get to me. I didn’t buy silver. I listened to the crowd.

Silver crossed $14 an ounce today, the highest it’s been in 23 years. In two years I would have tripled my money.

I’m never listening to my friends again.

Who wants to join me in my bomb shelter? I have Twinkies…