Investment Bankers Being Stalked By Their Coke Dealers

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At least one, anyway. Have you, like "Nate," employee of [make your best guess here], stopped purchasing your usual stash in the wake of having no money only to find your hook-up calling you from private lines, showing up at your apartment, hiding in your closest, and demanding to know why you never see each other lately? You don't have to be afraid anymore. You're not alone.

Then the stock market crashed, and people started losing [coke dealer] Sammy's number. But he didn't lose theirs. "It was a 646 number," says Nate, 26, who works at an investment bank; he got three calls from Sammy in one week. (Sammy's contacts -- five years' worth -- are stored in a small black notebook with cross streets, physical descriptors, and even sketches corresponding to each name.) When Nate called back, Sammy picked up right away: "He was like, Hey Nate, it's me, Sammy, where ya been?" Last November, Nate was forced to switch jobs, and took a notable pay cut. "It's not all fun and games anymore. I told him thanks but no thanks."

(Of course, Nate needn't be such a prick about the whole thing. Obviously Sammy is all too aware of the lack of good times up in this piece, and is just trying to make a living, just like Nate, though possibly with more integrity.)
Hit By Recession, Cocaine Dealers Resort To Cold Calling [NYM]

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