Freakin’ amazing. Best TC impression ever!

Or “is there a Scientologist in the house?”

Yes, Wall Street was pretty coked up in those days. The money was a lot easier than it was today; commissions per share were enormous (probably $0.50 per share back then; brokerage firms typically get less than $0.04 per share for a trade these days for full-service trades, far less if trades are for “rapid fire” traders). That was before my time, however.

These days, people with serious drug problems don’t last long, though I am sure there are plenty of casual recreational users in private on the weekends. It is still true that alcoholism among sales people remains as common as ever and only the worst cases end up getting fired over it. Analysts and portfolio managers (my clan) typically won’t survive long with drinking problems as it warps your analytical judgment enough that it will eventually catch up to you.

I believe it’s a picture of COB done in the style of a Russian Orthodox icon.

The man hasn’t been able to come up with an original idea of his own in his entire life.

His success lies in apprpropriating other people’s ideas, tastes, etc. and then screwing it all up.

If LRH hadn’t been such a blowhard there’d be less for COB to be inspired by to cate chaos.

If only LRH had published the PL recanting everything but the WTH pablum before dropping his meat sack like I had asked.

But would he listen to old Xenu … NO!

I was in NY from 85 – 90 and [later] discovered that I was considered Eurotrash… strangely quite a few Wall Street types sought us out to guarantee entry to some of the more exclusive clubs at the time… Nells being a particular venue that few could get into, more especially if they tried to bribe or ‘give it the big one’ to the doorman (have particular fond memory of Michael Douglas barging in front of me only for the chap at the door gently moving him aside and allowing me plus 3 to walk in with “don’t you now who I am” ringing in my ears behind me, yes, he really used those words, …. he was with his wife at the time)…. the silent agreement being that they would pick up the tab for everything. A year or so later these doorman metamorphosized into Clipboard Nazis with ‘guest lists’.

Another thing that struck me about these Wall Street types was that, pretty much to a man, they garnered favour by having a never ending supply of coke they insisted on sharing. A friend of a good friend of mine worked for a Swiss trading house and was hot off an America’s Cup crew… spoke 5 languages fluently, looked like Dolf Lundgren and was funny as hell…. two years later he was broke and looked like Andy Dick.

I always assumed it was the drugs but I vaguely remember a copy of Dianetics in his apartment….. funny how innocuos random memories take on a whole new meaning sometimes.

Do you have 100% certainty about that 100% accuracy and honesty claim?

you wouldn’t need a look-a-like… you’d just need good timing