A friend of mine recently passed the Series 7, completed his brokerage firm’s training program, and became a full-fledged investment rep. Through a combination of hard work and good, old-fashioned luck, he immediately stumbled across a massive wealth-management...
October 1986 The .38 grinds into his skull. He smells three-in-one oil and stale cordite. It is a sweet, metallic odor. The hammer cocks. Driver’s heart is pounding. He doesn’t flinch. His white utility van continues straight and steady across the causeway. Click....
During business school, Gordie was always scribbling in a spiral-bound journal with the word, “Players,” inked in the upper right corner. He carried it around both years and jotted notes like a man possessed. Inside, he profiled classmates. Not all of us. Just the...
Yesterday, I spoke on an author/journalist panel at Mohegan Sun with Pete Hamill, David Handler, and Peter Prichard. Many thanks to The Big Book Getaway and the Mark Twain House & Museum for organizing a book event that included blackjack and craps....
Mary: “Nobody says ‘pantyhose’ anymore.” Me: “Then what do they say?” So began my education into the differences between stockings, leggings, and tights. When Mary and I were walking though San Francisco recently, she pulled me...
Mary: “Nobody says ‘pantyhose’ anymore.” Me: “Then what do they say?” So began my education into the differences between stockings, leggings, and tights. When Mary and I were walking though San Francisco recently, she pulled me close and pointed to a stylish, young...
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.