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<!--StartFragment--> “This is a nice fucking desk,” I said to myself. I looked around my office at all the novelties corporate success had brought. The painting on the wall, by an artist I’ve never heard of, cost $10,000. The cigars I smoke cost $50 each and are ashed into a $1,000 designer glass ashtray. “Life ain’t too bad,” I thought, as I lit another cigar and refilled my glass with scotch. The phone on the desk started to ring on the interior li...

 Typical Saturday night party. The music is too loud and is starting to give me a headache, but there’s a lot of alcohol and girls, so I’m not complaining. People are everywhere. They crowd all of the rooms, take up all the chairs, yell over the music. I retreat to the kitchen to take shots of whiskey, avoid the crowd, but a group of girls comes in and someone spills a drink while taking pictures for Facebook or Myspace or whatever. The yelling and obnoxiousness from the girl...