“The little mother fucker. See if I don’t rat on him at the next CA meeting. He’s not the type to reveal all but one night hepped up on a gallon of Red Bull he told me every sordid detail." Brian looks at her as if she is someone else’s sister. He wants to ask, ‘What happened to you?’ but the thought is so absurd, given his situation, he can’t help but laugh.
            She continues unabated. “Like the time he booked a room at hotel blankety blank and ended an evening of debauchery free-basing in the Presidential suite with five naked ladies and a chimpanzee. I won’t go any further - I’ve taken the oath, sworn to secrecy, to protect the privacy of the famous and infamous. Bunch of asshole day traders. How come no one thinks Wall Street has a gambling problem?”

     
                                              Excerpt from SEPTEMBER 10TH
                  










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