How to Beat a Whore-Coke-Meth-Painkiller-Ecstasy-Drug Lair Rap: Become a Multi-Billionaire
|Our bunk mate|
* hired prostitutes for yourself and your customers;
* used cocaine, methamphetamines, Ecstasy, prescription painkillers, and more;
* spiked the drinks of fellow business people without their knowledge;
* built a "lair" underneath your home that allowed you to escape your spouse and children to immerse yourself in a non-stop party featuring cocaine, ecstasy, Viagra, speed, prostitutes and assorted hangers-on.
We, of course, would be bound for a tiny cell, flavorless meals and non-stop avoidance of our bunk mate Adebisi's big, thick hog.
Maybe if you or I were U.S. District Judge Cormac J. Carney, who'd been sitting there every day hearing the government's case, we also would have been repeatedly telegraphing our call that we'd be ruling in Nicholas' favor--when we weren't already dismissing the various financial impropriety charges against him. Whatever. Here in the peanut gallery, it still amounts to this:
It is good to be the king.
Now, which pants pocket did I leave my lair key in?