A little over a year ago the financial markets and the economy started imploding. As someone who makes his living on wall street I was stressed to the max and my favorite day of the week was ruined. Sundays were no longer a fun day to spend with my wife, family and friends.  Sunday was now a workday. For months my "day of rest" was turned into an anxiety filled mockery  and the only thing missing in manhattan was godzilla.  Every weekend was absolute shit storm of bad news which culminated on sunday night. To cope with the stress some people ran, some did yoga, some drowned themselves in whiskey and some  packed up the SUV and headed back home. Being a native new yorker with a 12 year career on wall street I had no place to move back to. At three hundred pounds i was too fat for yoga or jogging. I yearned for calm, a  leader I could trust to guide me through the crisis.  There were none found in the financial world so I shut off CNBC and logged out of bloomberg.  I found my leader in front of me on the canvas every Sunday. I wound up painting Christopher Walken.