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And so it was that the summer dragged on for Rolfe and me. Pitches, deals, dinners, nights on the town, it was one long continuous bank-a-thon. Lots of learning, little sleep, and a healthy serving of humble pie. Eventually it came to an end. The summer had been painful, but it was over. We had survived and we were ready to use the summer experience as a springboard to bigger and better things.
he parties, the big life. We talked about being hotshot investment bankers at the hottest firm on Wall Street. We were stroking each other and it felt good. We thought we were entering nirvana, and that we would soar like eagles over the heads of the common folk...Actually, we weren't eagles. We were pigeons, following a trail of bread crumbs.
Monkey Business: Swinging Through the Wall Street Jungle