I was fortunate enough to be having a drink the other night at a certain well known bar in Manhattan that features politically-correct lawn jockeys outside. At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but no, there at the bar, nursing a tumbler of brown liquor, was a certain investment banking CEO not unknown to those who read the crime blotter. The stool next to him was open, so I sat down and said, “I’ll have what he’s having.” He gave me a wry look, although I believe what he was drinking was scotch, and we struck up a conversation. I believe I remember most of it.
We went on a bit more after that, but that was the nut of it. I got out a few minutes later, after picking up the check. I’ll be honest with you. The guy is admirable, to be sure. But I guess I found him a lot more interesting before he got clean.
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