And so here is the beginning. WIll post the rest of what I wrote later.
FAT CATS
Part I: The Plan
So you want to know how I made my riches? Pearls of wisdom for future generations of young money makers hoping to join the ranks of Toronto's Bay Street Fat Cats? how working hard, great timing and smart investing will earn you the respect of family and peers alike? I'm not sure it should be ME to give you this advice. You might be better off talking to one of those Bay Street Lawyers or rich broker at the TSE. Oh, too arrogant you say? I guess most of them are. I do try not to be. I mean, I made my fortune while still a bank teller at...no, I don't think I'll tell you where. Not yet. I'm not ready to confess to that yet.
What? Yes, of course I was a bank teller. Sure, I have a Ph.D. in social work. I wanted to work with troubled foster kids. I was one myself for a while, until I got in with a good family who helped me straighten out, but I couldn't bet a job, even though I worked damn hard for that degree, worked damn hard to get my life together, but being white and male worked against me as did my foster life. So, I was stuck. Sure, working at the bank paid the bills, I worked hard, but well, at 35 years old, I was still a teller. Like I said, being white and male wasn't terribly conducive to job promotions. It's probably why I finally agreed to go through with things. After all those years of putting my life back together and working hard to earn a degree, and getting nowhere with it, well, I figured why the hell not?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm making no sense whatsoever. Okay, I'll tell you what I did, what WE did, since I wasn't alone in this.
We robbed a bank. Actually, we did more than rob a bank, we also ripped off an armoured car company quite effectively. So I guess we robbed a number of banks, and then Cora offered us a surprise. How she did it, we don't know, probably with Andy's help, but they pulled a beautiful fraud job, which surprised me because Cora's so straight.
Part I: The Plan
So you want to know how I made my riches? Pearls of wisdom for future generations of young money makers hoping to join the ranks of Toronto's Bay Street Fat Cats? how working hard, great timing and smart investing will earn you the respect of family and peers alike? I'm not sure it should be ME to give you this advice. You might be better off talking to one of those Bay Street Lawyers or rich broker at the TSE. Oh, too arrogant you say? I guess most of them are. I do try not to be. I mean, I made my fortune while still a bank teller at...no, I don't think I'll tell you where. Not yet. I'm not ready to confess to that yet.
What? Yes, of course I was a bank teller. Sure, I have a Ph.D. in social work. I wanted to work with troubled foster kids. I was one myself for a while, until I got in with a good family who helped me straighten out, but I couldn't bet a job, even though I worked damn hard for that degree, worked damn hard to get my life together, but being white and male worked against me as did my foster life. So, I was stuck. Sure, working at the bank paid the bills, I worked hard, but well, at 35 years old, I was still a teller. Like I said, being white and male wasn't terribly conducive to job promotions. It's probably why I finally agreed to go through with things. After all those years of putting my life back together and working hard to earn a degree, and getting nowhere with it, well, I figured why the hell not?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm making no sense whatsoever. Okay, I'll tell you what I did, what WE did, since I wasn't alone in this.
We robbed a bank. Actually, we did more than rob a bank, we also ripped off an armoured car company quite effectively. So I guess we robbed a number of banks, and then Cora offered us a surprise. How she did it, we don't know, probably with Andy's help, but they pulled a beautiful fraud job, which surprised me because Cora's so straight.