About Us

Picture something like the year 1987. A year that, for all we know, didn't exist. Picture leather chairs, the brown hewn fumes of cigars hanging like old flesh in expensive rooms where people are reduced to objects and ideas to asset classes.

The sharks were swimming. Careers were won and lost in a matter of minutes. Money and fear, the twin turbines to sweat-soaked, adrenaline-drenched, gold-lacquered, "all that glitters ain't fishscale," success.

That's what it's about. Nothing else matters. A sucker is born every minute. There are no second acts in American lives. You either hit it big and make your own way, or flail into something worse than humiliation: obscurity. It's your cunning, your guile, that paints the pathway to the promised land.

Hit a banger, hitch your ride to the right people, be right, but more than that, be relevant. Get rich or die talking.