I’m talking about closers.
It is the reason that I never became a billionaire.
I have chronicled my time holding an NASD stock dealer’s license and my up and down career in that arena.
The closers were the heartless, callous, rude, pushy assholes who were driving around BMW’s and Porsches, while I drove to work in a Chevy.
Problem was, in an industry that shuns all else save profits, I actually believed that there were some things that were more important than money.
No apologies at all.
It’s how I was raised.
Money doesn’t mean that much to me. It never has. Even though I made and wasted a ton of it. To show you just how shallow of an individual I was, to me, money meant:
The ability to buy more and better drugs.
Nicer prostitutes.
I played nicer guitars.
A nicer place to live.
I could make bigger bets.
A nicer car.
I could afford the best lawyers.
For some reason, these things allowed me nicer girlfriends.
However, money also meant:
I could put myself in more dangerous situations.
I was in position to hurt more peoples’ feelings.
I was surrounded by posers and ne’er-do-wells with no cares at all, except to continue the party.
I lost track of my family.
Not that I kept in close contact before, I just sort of continued the drift I started in 1974.
I was living a life that was completely antithetical to the way I was raised. It led me to outrageous highs and devastating lows that I am very thankful to have survived.
Check out my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! It has several short stories of some of my experiences in Sin City circa 1977-1981 like finding myself at the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino and throwing dice with Benny Hill, the British comedian, and Broadway producer Bob Fosse who was in town producing the Hallelujah Hollywood! extravaganza.
In America’s four major sports, some of the great closers were:
Baseball: Dennis Eckersley
Football: Tom Brady
Hockey: Wayne Gretzky
Basketball: Michael Jordan
The role of the closer was never so romanticized than in the movie Glengarry Glen Ross.
“Coffee is for closers.”
The prosecutors in Spain are trying to close the door on singer Shakira.
For tax evasion.
Eight years behind bars would not serve her well, I am sure.
Who are we kidding?
Money will be paid, justices will be bribed, and the world will keep on turning.
Check out the new pages I added to my website marksplayhouse.com.
Maddogg’s Music Pix and Clips, Vids, and Booking.
Stay well.
