Area Financier Wants To Tear Down This Wall And Go Where People Appreciate What He Does For The Economy, Supermodels Invite Him To Go Rollerblading
It was yet another average wintry day on the Upper East Side navigating the onyx, iced streets. “I feel like I’m living in East Germany or Moscow,” a Wall Street friend said, taking a spoonful of anemic chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers at a local diner ($5.90) because it was too frigid to venture East of Lexington. “This weather really has me down,” he shivered, wrapped in a khaki wool coat and a Russian-style military hat. “And then you realize you’re out of favor and that everyone hates you,” he complained. “How can you say that?” I asked in disbelief. “Who hates you?” “Them,” he shivered, eating the lonely saltine left in the cellophane wrapper, crumbs pouring onto his rough, woolen trousers. “We used to run this town. Now I feel like they want to run us all out.” [...] “Who says I have to live here?” [another] financial whiz said. “I mean seriously. First it was Occupy Wall Street. Now it’s a tale of two cities,” he said. “All I do is work 23 hours a day, provide the tax base and make donations to every charity, and suddenly I’m maligned. Who says I need to be here when I can be living in Miami, with no state income tax, rollerblading with Brazilian supermodels in string bikinis?” [NYO]