I was mugged; smartphone pointed at my head, by an Ivy Leaguer sporting a business suit in Zuccatti Park.
Give me everything, he whispered sternly; I want it all..I gave…he took.
Within minutes all was gone; debit cards, visa cards, mortgage payments, my Metra card, Social Security card, Medicaid card, my hopes, my history, my pot to piss in….gone….gone…gone.
The shoes, he said. Give me the shoes too. And the belt…off with it…everything; left naked, frightened, angered, humiliated; ready to quit….why not?
The cellphone was removed from the right temple…don’t you even think about it..lips moving without a sound.
What’s in the bag? he warned. The bag…open the bag.
The Merchant of Venice was pulled out…he tapped my chest with the hardbound book.
I’m Jamie fucking Dimon, CEO of JP motherfucking Morgan you cunt….and that is how we roll…