the disgraced ceo who once told congress “it was dark in the room that day” when faced with his signature on smoking gun memos detailing financial crimes committed against enron’s employees and shareholders went on a bender earlier this month in the big apple.
the entertaining details paint a lifelong high-fiving white guy ripped from the bosom of acceptance, spitting paranoia in all directons while simultaneously bragging to his drinking partners that he would “fly them down to houston and provide them with their own maid” at his mansion.
corruption so complete can be poetic. at one point, the embattled captain of industry wobbled out to the manhattan street, placed his hands behind his back and inquired to the night sky if the “FBI cameras were getting all of this.”
silly white man. doesn’t he know that the government is absolutely, positively NOT paying much attention to the skies over new york?