Integrity Passion Commitment
The New river slid by, a moving mirror carrying the voice of a young lawyer standing at the downtowner trying to impress his boss:
"There is this community guilt we all feel in watching someone like Scott Rothstein rise and you know he's a fraud but you're giving him a chance to get it right in time. You hoped his leap was part of your neighborhood's expansion into a world city.
Then your fascination at his crash makes you feel worse as if you were complicit somehow, like the farmers watching herds of people go by in trains.
Can we blame him when he seemed to need to be a fat liar in order to excuse some nerdy moment when his fat kid ass got kicked . He was willing to become a freak. Another with a gun.
His caricatures made up for his lack of intelligence and his fake confidence made everybody just assume, even though Bova never had any more than ten people there and hours went by when noone came in.
Still I will remember these days as we remember hanging out with Robert Conrad in the back mirror room at City Limits and the music sounding better, the smoke cleaner.
This is the biggest story in our history besides Bush/Gore. It will be a great movie and Scott is already taking offers. Scarface, Fort Lauderdale Style, or is it Las Olas Magazine? Levinson can provide the props again.
Why would he come back and negotiate with federal prosecutors without his lawyer?! They knew where the money was long ago, as any one week movement of five hundred million attracts attention. Hell some banks would go under. Is he going to rat on a teller at TD? He has no leverage, there will be no deal. So was it a brave heroic effort to make it right or will he come out looking like this man:
What's it like for him, this shakespearean fall? Walk out of your veyron, G5, jumbotron image and mansion into male prison for ten years and watch your wife sleep with half the town. The political braggart will now lose his temper and rue each second worse. He won't turn to christ or become devout. He will scheme and emerge even more murderous, an aluminum foil corsican. We'll see him when he gets out in the late 20's at a bar named "Stein's" even fatter, and shamefully drunk with tattooed skateboarders, like that big assed white haired guy at Confetti's I remember who's got to be dead by now."
The older man replied, "I'd still hire him instead of you,
in a second."
