New York magazine covers the exciting world of hedge funds, but in claiming Wall Street is all about clean living nowadays, they miss the point:

My dear listless scribe. You can't pretend to cover the so called New Wall Street and completely disregard the follies of old Wall Street. Where are the gaggers on the trading floor? They're right underneath the keyboard. A little golf ball filled to the brim with Bolivian marching powder. Where are the trips on your bosses G4 to Atlantis? While the wife is at home, feeding the kids and getting another boob job, the boss flies his posse of trading mendicants on his private Gulfstream stocked with gaggers and a bevvy of expensive beauties.

Never forget your roots.
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