Ask yourself: does anyone really profit from the margin between the price for honesty and the cost of dishonesty?
Because if I could profit from the difference, then maybe the the Treasury Department’s Financial Crimes Enforcement Network (FInCEN) might actually have a case against me after all! Right now, FinCEN, the IRS, the SEC, every fucking federal and state authority, and every supposedly honest & successful real estate developer…they all got nothing on me!
Listen to me. I sound more like my gangsta wannabe business partner, than the real Kevin Andrews. “Got nothing on me” sounds more mobster, than the educated man that I am.
But unfortunately, that expression does fit best. They got nothing on me, and even worse, I got nothing left. Well, I got nothing but a shitload of collateral that I don’t really know how to use. That collateral and a pitcher of Hefeweizen will buy my supposed business partner and me the attention of some Hooters waitress down in Pensacola pretending to be interested in what we’re trying to do for a living. Instead, that lightweight gets drunk as always and bags the Hooters waitress, while I’m stuck sitting outside our cheap-ass motel room waiting for them to finish the nasty only hours before our huge official site inspection of this Pensacola real estate developer-client’s shit piece of dirt. And me without any internet connection whatsoever so I can view the JPEGs of my daughter’s first haircut that my New York City ex-wife sent me!
God, what happened to me? Listen to me. Was I ever this pathetic before I hooked up with Marcus? How did such an always-in-control guy like me get himself mixed up with this always-out-of-control whiz kid and all his get-rich quick schemes? You would have thought I was smart enough to have learned my lesson from my much-publicized financial disaster on Wall Street. But I guess you’re never as smart as you think you are–even when you’re linked to someone totally ignorant.
Let’s set the record straight: I haven’t lied, I haven’t cheated, and I haven’t stolen. Regrettably, my true crimes are much bigger than that! It’s downright criminal that I’m not the man I once was. And I only have myself to blame—as much as I’d like to blame Marcus for allowing this charade to get this far. I should be smarter than to allow myself to be linked—yet again–to someone apparently smarter than me, who sells his own honesty, and pays for it out of his own dishonesty. I don’t know if I can live off that sort of profit. And I sure can’t survive like this anymore. But they won’t let me just walk away and keep my mouth shut. Nobody just walks away. I’ve seen too much.
And…and they know about my family—if I’m still allowed to call it my family. My ex-wife (still the love of my life) will never forgive me for the things that I’ve done. And my precious daughter may never forgive me for the things that I’m about to do.