This is Wall Street, and today is important. Because tomorrow, July 4th, I intended to make my first million dollars–an excitingday in a man’s life. The enterprise was slightly illegal.
Twenty years ago I wanted to move to a nice place so our Charley would grow up a nice boy and learn a profession. But instead we live in a jungle, so he can only be a wild animal.
A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there’s nothing left to celebrate but the dead.
