Old red-faced bloodshot eyes, tattered New York Post in his lap. He’s talking loudly into his cell phone with his hand cupped over his mouth, as if that makes a difference.guy with
He’s going on and on about today’s markets, drinking aand a simultaneously:
“I just got shot in the DICK!!! Oh, my God! My reputation! How stupid do I look!! I’m in, short!, and he decides to blow this up. I am really scorched. Really scorched.
“Equity volume was lost because they SUCK! DUH! This is really bad, really, really bad. I’m going to see them tomorrow and I’ll need one beer before I punch their lights out.”
He just hung up and went into the bathroom, and I hear vomiting.