Showing posts from November, 2012

“| a fork in me”

I’ll | to my story, though it |s in my craw. Judge, I wound up on the wrong side of the |. I always tried to | to the letter of the law, but my |-to-it-iveness just didn’t do the trick. I got stuck in a |y job—carrot and |— the CEO’s nose always |ing the air. He said we had to | together, thin or thick— while he was |ing it up the Boards’ derrieres. His fudges started |ing out like sore thumbs, and the Feds began to | their noses in. He told ‘em were to | it, but those guys ain’t dumb. They knew business wasn’t straight than a |pin. I got stuck stacking |ers in a stark stockroom to keep me from |y questions and news hype. If I struck the powder, I didn’t mastermind the boom; and, Your Honor, you can | that in your pipe. I’m a |-in-the mud accountant. I’m not a crook. I’m not trying to | it to the man or get rich quick. | around, and | with me—I’ll open up the books. If we throw enough mud, some is going to |.