One more excerpt from Kate Kelly’s Street Fighters. Maybe it’s the schizophrenic weather, but this is getting us embarrassingly mistily nostalgic for last year.
Cayne was late to the board’s 11:00 AM call that [Saturday] morning, and Ace Greenberg was angry. As soon as Cayne came on the line, Greenberg asked if he’d been delayed at the bridge table. Cayne said no. The two then began to argue about whether Cayne should return to New York for the next two days’ deliberations, rather than where he was and deliberate telephonically. Cayne didn’t want to leave. “It’s very difficult,” he told the directors. “Why do I have to come back? I can do it by phone.”
“We can’t afford to have another story that you’re playing bridge this time,” Greenberg snapped.

That’s when Cayne constructed the story about the hookers and the blow — at least people would understand that, rather than playing frickin’ cards while the firm burned down.
We need Cayne back in the game, and we need him now.
I’ve been to Detroit. It’s very difficult to leave.
House of Cards > Street Fighters
gordon gekko = cohan
too soon?
@bess- are you pregnant? that (the hormones) could be what’s making you weepy.
i actually just hate uppity chicks.
@GG- do you know kate kelly personally? ex-girlfriend?
@1, he does have a book by Dick Morris on his desk
they should’ve gotten on with the times. who uses a phone now a days? they should’ve just used twitter, might have even saved the firm.
they should’ve gotten on with the times. who uses a phone now a days? they should’ve just used twitter, might have even saved the firm.
When the city of atlantis stood serene above the sea,
Long time before our time when the world was free,
Those were the days.
Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds,
Before wild medusas serpents gave birth to hell
Disguised as heaven.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now?
Theyre gone.
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
fuck your pseudo Yeats poem, eat a dick
The Anal_yst ‘poet’ From Delaware
@13 It’s a Cream song, jackass.
TGFD enjoys a good game of cards every now and then. Gin Rummy, Slap, War, it’s all great
The Guy From Delaware