Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Murray’s Hill – 1.01 Pilot – Banker Fight

Murray's Hill Pilot TV Show

Murray’s Hill is a half-hour sitcom that takes place in Manhattan’s most prestigious neighborhood. The show centers around the lives of four young professionals, Steve, Gopal, Dan, and Morgan, two investment bankers, a strategy consultant, and a derivatives trader, respectively.

This episode has been adapted from its screenplay format for readability.

Two bankers got in a fight last night. Fortunately for the global economy, neither of them was seriously injured.

[Opening Credits]
[Theme Song by The Fray]

At around 9:00PM, Steve Murray was sitting on his couch leafing apathetically through the New Yorker, waiting for his roommate Gopal to come home so they could begin the night. Two of Steve’s female friends from Dartmouth were in town for the weekend, and as such, he and Gopal had been as happy as two Vonage shorters the whole week. It had been decided well in advance that Gopal would buy the alcohol, Steve would buy the food, and they would drink and eat and watch 2 episodes of Entourage (On Demand)—perchance the ideal pre-game.

Gopal fought his way through the lobby elevator lines and rolled into the apartment at around 8:50. He entered into the adjoined foyer/kitchen/living room, nervously set a bag full of cans down on the kitchen counter, and quickly stepped away from them, as if they might detonate.

“What’d you get, boss?” Steve inquired from through the drywall window, sitting up on the sofa like a squirrel about to be fed.

Steve was tremendously picky about what he drank. One time Gopal bought Red Stripe after seeing an inspiring commercial, and Steve hurled both six packs off the balcony, claiming it was angering enough that his employer believed in Affirmative Action—Red Stripe was an inferior beer, and he would have none of that in his home. Oddly perpetuating was that Steve insisted Gopal always buy the booze; he refused to go himself. As such, Gopal was forever worried that his selections might irk the volatile Steve.

“Shit, bro. Just promise me you won’t get mad…” Gopal implored, visibly shaking as he removed his blazer.

Steve pressed his lips together, focused his eyes on his roommate, and gritted his teeth, already prepared to explode.

“All they had was this SPARKS shit,” Gopal continued sheepishly, and then he ducked covered his head with his arms. “I swear, I looked all over…” he insisted, poking his head out from between his hands. Then he cautiously pulled the orange and silver cans out from the bag in a humble offering, still shielding himself.

Note: SPARKS is a beer/energy malt beverage “lifestyle drink” with a larger Indie Rock following than The Arcade Fire.

Steve stared at his roommate for 5 long seconds. The look on his face was one of utter disgust. He scrounged up a wad of phlegm and spit on the West Elm sofa.

“What! You douche!” he finally exploded. “I saw some chick wearing a Strand bag and mismatched checkered Converses drinking that crap the other day when I was lost downtown.”

“I can’t believe you brought that fucking h-hipster shit into this house!” he continued as he got up from the couch, enunciating each word and shaking his head, furious. He stumbled over the H-word as if it was physically draining for him to speak it.

He persisted, now just as disappointed as he was angry, “This is Murray Hill, man, not fucking Bushwick. This is a BANKER household! How hard is it for you to get some freakin Amstel?” he scolded.

Gopal rehid behind his hands. “What’s Bushwick?” he asked, apologetically.

“I can’t believe the doorman even let you in with this shit!” Steve exclaimed grandly like Ari Gold. And he ripped open one of the cans, downed a sip, and winced at the sweetness as he crashed back down onto the couch. He let out a soft grunt of disapproval.

After a few moments, Gopal cautiously inched over and sat down next to Steve, and they turned on the TV and ate and got buzzed on SPARKS. Not as ideal as they had envisioned, but they had to get ready for the night somehow.


Dan came home when the first episode was finishing up. He stumbled into the apartment ragged, rolling a suitcase and carrying a fistful of dry cleaning. It had been raining earlier, and he was soaked and squeaky.

“Choi Polloi! How was the week?” Gopal inquired, getting up to help Dan with his things.

“Sucked, bro. Totally sucked,” Dan responded miserably after he threw down his things and made his way over to the refrigerator. “Contrary to popular belief, West Bumblefuck is actually worse than East,” he elucidated as he studied the sparse contents of the fridge, oddly serious. After grabbing a bottle of Fiji and taking a few swigs, he was ready to retire. “Shit, I can’t even think, man. I’m gonna crash,” he notified.

Dan started to walk over to his room to put away his things and in his sloppy tiredness, knocked over his suitcase.

“Woah there, bra!” Steve screamed from across the room, finally distracted from studying the can he had been drinking from. While Dan clumsily tried to get himself together, Steve persisted: “You better be careful with that thing, man…TUMI might take away your sponsorship!” And Steve fell all over himself in laughter. “OH SNAP!” he yelled and pointed. A pillow or two was assaulted fratastically.

Dan recovered, chucked an empty SPARKS can at Steve, and made his way to his room.

Gopal sat back on the couch, and they unpaused the televsion.

“At least we don’t do that, man,” Steve said, cynically.

“You don’t need to be such an ass,” Gopal responded, upset by his roommate’s crassness.

“Yeah, and you don’t need to fucking scrape a piece of metal across your tongue every day, but you do, right?” Steve shot back mockingly and then socked Gopal on the arm.

Gopal almost held back his cringe.


About 10 minutes later, Lauren, Dan’s girlfriend and a non-profit worker/future law student, walked into the apartment. The building’s tenants left their doors unlocked, dorm-style, so she was able to make her way in by herself, unimpeded. Gopal and Steve remained fixated on the 42” plasma and waved at Lauren to pass quickly. She followed orders and jogged by briskly in her terry shorts. The letters of “CORNELL” clung eagerly to her ass as she swooshed by. She was attractive—not stunning with an awkwardly long torso—but the guys’ eyes followed her bottom purely out of instinct.

Before heading out, Gopal and Steve stopped in Morgan’s room to check if he wanted to roll out with them (there was a chance a third girl would be coming). Morgan hardly ever left his room when they were home, but they thought they might as well try. They pushed open the door and in the dim light, they could see the husky young trader hunched over his desk in a white undershirt, surrounded by Jackson Hole Burger wrappers and empty, dip-spit filled Gatorade bottles.

“Yo Gay Waiter,” Steve interrupted, noticing the Q-3 Morgan had open on one of the two games of online poker he was playing simultaneously. “Wanna roll out?”

“Get the fuck out of here guys or I’ll rip your heads off,” Morgan shot back preemptively. The trader’s neck hair moved as he growled at them, but his body did not turn from his screen.

Steve was preparing to make clever comment about how Morgan took it in his “gamma hole,” but Gopal dragged him out of the room and shut the door.


Since their ladies were from out of town, Steve was determined to wow them with the best of New York City nightlife. As such, he decided they would go to 230 Fifth, the city’s newest, chic-est, and most exclusive hotspot. All their buddies loved the place.

After pre-gaming, Steve and Gopal met up with the girls, Francie and Sapna, outside the bar’s building at around 10:30PM. In their party tops and slipperish flats, Francie was striking and Sapna was “definitely cute,” despite the fact that her sideburns crept down eerily close to her chin. Gopal, undeterred, awkwardly tried to kiss the girls’ cheeks when introduced.

The foursome waited together in a line that wrapped around the block. They chatted about their jobs and how great everything was—Francie was doing some marketing stuff and Sapna was a 3rd year med student. But after waiting in line and riding the elevator up, they had exhausted all possible conversation topics, and each was grasping for something even mildly interesting to offer.

Fortunately, when they exit the elevator and made their way up the short set of stairs to enter the bar, Steve and Gopal’s game was saved. Seeing the sprawling rooftop and tremendous view of the city, Sapna stood awestruck; her arms fell to her side, causing the little purse she had cupped just inside her armpit to fall to the ground.

“ohmyfuckinggod,” she whispered to herself blasphemously, awestruck. After a moment, she turned and smiled coyly at Gopal as he placed the purse back into her hands, grazing them slightly. Had her hands not been otherwise occupied, she would have been nibbling a forefinger coquettishly. At that moment, Gopal felt something strong. He knew he had her. He couldn’t tell if it would be a one night thing or something more long term, but he had it sealed. If they made Lucite Ass Toys, he’d have one with a little drowning Sapna in it, and he’d put it on his desk next to the one he got from Maidenform’s IPO.

The foursome went inside, got a table and ordered drinks and a cute mini bucket of champagne. They were in the center of a Manhattan rooftop with amazing views, surrounded by the city’s most attractive and successful people. They had life by the balls and toasted to it.

Conversation was revitalized by the alcohol and soon everyone was cracking jokes and getting along famously. Steve and Gopal played off one another skillfully, each setting the other up like seasoned volleyball players. Within an hour, Sapna and Francie were certain they had hit the jackpot meeting two such fine, charming young men.

Then Sapna got up to go to the bathroom (alone, oddly), and Gopal watched his date fondly as she pranced delicately through the swarms of people, eventually having to squeeze herself through a group of suit-clad young men. And he continued to watch the lips of one of the guys in the group as he said to his friends, “Damn, son! I’m gonna fuck that one tonight.”

Gopal was immediately infuriated. He turned to Steve to see if he had witnessed the scene, but Steve was wowing Francie with stories about his male hair salon/club/bar he had just visited. The normally timid Gopal had rapidly been falling for Sapna, and this rather casual disrespect was for her invoked his demon within. Perhaps it was the hipster fuel, but absolutely livid, he got up and walked over to the guy.

“Yo Hoss,” Gopal began, quasi-confidently after tapping the guy on a shirt that felt Charles Tyrwhittish. “Don’t even think about talking to that girl.”

Gopal had always heard badass guys using the word “Hoss,” and for added intensity, he augmented his comment with a beaked air-slicing hand movement.

The guy turned around and looked at Gopal.

“Who the fuck are you?” he responded cockily, with the self assurance of someone who’s been at a school where no one has ever thrown a punch but talks a lot of smack.

“Oh…” Hoss continued, finally putting brown and brown together. “I guess you’re talking about that fine little chicken teekka that walked by here, huh?”

“I’ll talk to her if I want, man. What are you going to do about it?”

Offered the chance to respond, Gopal stayed silent and clenched his fists.

“They didn’t teach you how to talk at your shitty little job, man? Do you work in Research or something? You gonna hurl rocks up at me from the third tier?”

And then Gopal finally spoke, full of confidence. The attack at the one thing he knew no one could mess with him on (elitism) sparked his inner super-dude. “Hm. I guess you didn’t see the league tables recently, huh?”

And the guy’s mouth began to form the word “what?” but Gopal’s fist muffled it as it landed on his face. Gopal had assumed the horseback riding position and unleashed 1.5 months of Tae Kwon Do training onto his adversary. This was, however, the first time Gopal had actually ever punched someone not wearing a headgear and Gi, so it was more of an open-handed slap. Nonetheless, his opponent was stunned and nearly fell backwards.

Before any of the friends could retaliate, a headsetted manager-type in a pinstripe suit and tie with an impressively large knot had intervened with two bouncers. They dragged Gopal downstairs, out of the club, and tossed him out onto Fifth Avenue.

Gopal chuckled to himself the whole way. After being thrown out, he walked home bathing in the fresh night air, drunk on adrenaline and Moët. His hand tingled with an encouraging sensation—he had gotten in his first fight tonight, and he’d done all right.

He felt his blackberry vibrate and wrangled it out of his pocket. He paused for a second and watched the blinking corner red light pulse a few times before checking the message.

Steve: “Wow, man. Wtf was that about? At least you don’t have to wait in this fucking line, though. It’s going to take me 3 hours to get out of this place.”


The next morning at around 7:30AM, Steve came back to the apartment to find Gopal passed out on the couch and Dan in a chair next to him working on his Thinkpad with a cup of coffee on the floor beside him. Gopal was still in his clothes from the night before and an eerie smile was painted across his sleeping face.

“Check out this slide I made!” Dan said eagerly to Steve once he registered he had company. And as if it weren’t 7:30AM on a Sunday, he excitedly turned the laptop’s screen around to reveal a tremendously cluttered PowerPoint with 30 Harvey balls, a pie graph, and a big tri-colored tapered tube.

Steve ignored him and walked over to the couch to prod Gopal awake. Gopal arose groggily and started punching the air and grumbling, obviously still dreaming about his title fight. But he eventually calmed down, and the boys rehashed the night in fantastic specificity.

Gopal told the story of the fight, enhancing details as necessary to make himself look more badass. It turned out that Steve went home with Francie, but “only got an hj.” Sapna had asked after Gopal repeatedly. And Dan and Lauren just ended up fighting all night about how much he traveled but then spooned, which Dan enjoyed.

While the guys were laughing over the details and capitalizing on every opportunity to zing one another, Morgan walked out of his room, still in his slacks and untucked white undershirt. Lack of sleep showed on a face that seemed almost entranced.

Steve, Gopal, and Dan all paused and stared at their roommate.

“Guys,” he announced. “I’m going to the World Series of Poker.”


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  1. +11 votes + -
    Lewis Higgins Said:

    That was your best post in quite a while. Well done!!!

  2. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Best post ever. THIS is what I like.

  3. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Really great post. One of your best. Keep it up.

  4. +4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    somewhat anticlimatic.

  5. +12 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Can someone please pitch this concept to a TV exec so it becomes a real show? Please???

  6. +7 votes + -
    Amit Said:

    the tongue scraping reference is COMEDY GOLD.

  7. +5 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    GENIUS! Best one yet.

  8. -4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    GENIUS! Best one yet

  9. -5 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Not that funny.

  10. +27 votes + -
    Sapna Said:

    Gopal, I just shaved my chest hair and I?m waiting. xoxo Sapna

  11. +6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Pure genius – Worth the month wait. ”If they made Lucite Ass Toys, hed have one with a little drowning Sapna in it, and hed put it on his desk next to the one he got from Maidenforms IPO” – GOLDEN!

  12. +4 votes + -
    Amsterdam Said:

    GOLD BABY, GOLD!! Well Done.

  13. -2 votes + -
    Pbateman Said:

    He?s back in rare form! Could be right out of an infinite number of nights we?ve all had!

  14. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    [Theme Song by The Fray] haha!

  15. +1 votes + -
    Tom's of NJ Said:

    boner inducing: ”The attack at the one thing he knew no one could mess with him on (elitism) sparked his inner super-dude.” i love you.

  16. +3 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    Gopal, have you forgotten Sheetal? Don?t be getting off with Sapna when Sheetal?s waiting. And there?s always me, Lucia. I?m available now that I?ve decided that Logan (or Preston or Casey or Troy) is just not going to come around?

  17. +4 votes + -
    poonjabi Said:

    Gopal has to get laid for the next post?enough beating around the bush, Gopal must finally get laid!

  18. +1 votes + -
    nooz hound Said:

    hahaha, pretty excellent episode. comedy roolz! http://awesomecelebritynooz.wordpress.com

  19. +1 votes + -
    Anonymouse Said:

    Dude, this is fucking gold. You are the man!

  20. +6 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Oh my gosh. I live in the building in the picture. I hire the likes of the young dudes painted in this picture as fodder for for the financial machine. I finally understand the villification of my hood.

  21. -3 votes + -
    amish Said:

    if this ever gets made into a real pilot, i think i?d make a pretty good gopal not because i?m a banker (fuck that), i?m just a good actor

  22. -26 votes + -
    Deez Said:

    who has this much time? certainly not i, didt finish all of it, but you are obviously obsessed with murray hill bankers. you dont write well enough to not be?so sick of generic job story placed in generic neighborhood (banker in murray hill, photog in bushwick), so weak. ?pay your rent and get a fucking life

  23. +3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    the people are 230 5th avenue are bufugly

  24. +8 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Deez is a douche. That shit was awesome.

  25. -20 votes + -
    deez Said:

    anonymous: explain why ”that shit was awesome, bro”..at least i gave you my rationale

  26. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Entourage. I love it. This was the truest shit I ever read.

  27. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    that?s great? anything that makes fun of the inerrent gayness of John Allen?s is fine by me?

  28. +8 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    DEEZ!!! hey man its been so long man, i cant believe i found you. I dont know if you remember me, but i think you do. I was the dude banging your mom when you walked in. You started crying like a little bitch, that shit was so classic. Just about as classic as this pilot.

  29. -3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Impressive. The irony (while not subtle) is always humorous. It was (almost) worth the wait.

  30. -18 votes + -
    Big Dick Mahoney Said:

    ‘as two Vonage shorters” ?> should have read ”as two Vonage short sellers”

  31. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    I don?t get the tongue scraping reference, anyone?

  32. +9 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    um?. ”Two vonage shorters” = ”two Vonage short sellers” tool.

  33. +1 votes + -
    ACESUP Said:

    = BACK OFFICE/ADMIN.

  34. 0 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    um. Two vonage shorters??? = two Vonage short sellers??? tool. agreed? Why?d you pick this trade anyway? Why not use Citadel taking Amaranth?s NG spread off their books?

  35. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Great fucking story, let?s have another episode !!

  36. -3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    great post but have to ask, is ”gold” the ”hip” term all you NYC douche bags are using these days? Glad I got the f*ck out of that city while there was still a hint of originality left.

  37. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    I think that you deserve a MacArthur Genius Grant. That?s just one man?s opinion, though.

  38. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    incredible! keep it up

  39. +7 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    RE: great post but have to ask, is gold??? the hip??? term all you NYC douche bags are using these days? Glad I got the f*ck out of that city while there was still a hint of originality left. What exactly is the hip term on the Equities floor in Dallas?

  40. +15 votes + -
    TBD Said:

    Sheetal: http://www.sheetalsheth.com/photogallery.htm Sapna http://web.bryant.edu/~langlois/ecology/ecos.htm you pick?

  41. -21 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Men – First of all I came across this website through one of the 100 punk analysts who work for me. And guess what? I do work in ”Equities” in Dallas(GS). I make more money in one year than all of you chumps will ever make in your entire lives. I am 38 years old and I was the guy that fucked your mothers in college. So stop harrasing people who have constructive things to say. By the way, this article and website are great.

  42. -13 votes + -
    Zachary 'Sack' Lodge Said:

    this writer is a one trick pony. he is now stretching for old wall street references, and recycling bland unidimensional characters. -Sack

  43. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    ACESUP Said: September 22nd, 2006 at 8:32 am = BACK OFFICE/ADMIN. = MIDDLE OFFICE/WANNABE

  44. 0 votes + -
    SUITED CONNECTORS Said:

    PIMPS UP ?HOES DOWN!!!!!

  45. 0 votes + -
    ... Said:

    ARE U SERIOUS?.”Two vonage shorters??? = two Vonage short sellers???” B.D. Mahoney got a millimeter monster..

  46. +1 votes + -
    anonymous Said:

    gopal?s the man!

  47. +2 votes + -
    Jules Said:

    HAHAHA. Oh god. Too funny.

  48. +2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    This blog is pure sinful joy. Many a pleasant distraction on those long, lonely nights of the ibanking analysts.

  49. +3 votes + -
    We want more... Said:

    Find time in your 3rd-tier Research dept life to write more of this sh*t?and if you are in research – i wanna read your notes, they must be literary gold! Gopal rocks – will he ever get some box?

  50. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Speaking of ”lucite ass toys:” Did you ever notice that the girls to the banks to market the lucite companies are super-hot and super friendly. What?s the deal with that? Is it just marketing or are they trying to marry bankers?

  51. -12 votes + -
    Hana Said:

    Murray Hill is Manhattan?s ”most prestigious neighborhood”? Right- more like its most boring. And 230 Fifth is ”exclusive”?? Anyone who isn?t wearing flipflops can get in. ps> I bet you?re 24, from Westchester, and you hand out at Mercury Bar. pussies.

  52. +3 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Um, Hana, he was definitely being ironic. You obvi missed it.

  53. -1 votes + -
    Joe Said:

    You?re going to write episode 2 ? bankers go to vegas, right ?

  54. +4 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Hana?.holla back office?

  55. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Hana – You?re a moron. BTW?. please, please write bankers go to Vegas!

  56. -2 votes + -
    shoegazeJames Said:

    nope, doesn?t really work for me: ”Lack of sleep showed on a face that seemed almost entranced” is pedestrian writing, you can engage the reader a lot better than this!

  57. +6 votes + -
    haters-R-us Said:

    to the previous poster?are you a functional retard? you are going to a blog and expecting enlightened reading? people like you should get a life, seriously. this website is funny, for the most part, and provides some humor to an otherwise ridiculous douchebag existence. what might actually ”work” for you is to take it up the arse.

  58. +16 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Last night when I got home from a Murray Hill establishment, I immediately bathed myself in a tub full of Paul Mitchell shampoo aiming to wash away the stains of an atmosphre of filth: prepsters, mad hats, girls with expiration times of 1:00am (ie last time for LIRR), first year SG Cowan Bankers sipping down bull and absolute, pr assistants and their vodka and sodas, fugly titanic chicadies dancing on the ceiling, dark indo Americans who, not only get lost in the night, but also lose out to c team hipsters in the pursuit of D teem 8th street lats. After lathering I paid homage to my hood, dedicated my un-yielding love and affection to outside the historic gates of Gramercy park as i noshed on a hot dog from one of our finest vendors (not pizza 33 with drunk B&T and jersey girls turned laguna beach wannabee marketeers, ”whatevs there is no smoked salmon pizza, unacceptable, who pays you.” No more prepster alternative universes please, lets keep it simple, bottles, models, blazers, and Pro Forma Adjusted LTM EBITDA, lets just LBO the ish out if it. Lets not let our bberrys roam in such places of illrepute. Thank you, President for DBs for the Eradication of Murray Hill

  59. +2 votes + -
    Mike Said:

    grammar correctors -> dooshbaaaagggs

  60. +1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    This is the funniest/saddest blog I have seen in months. Some people actually do think that drinking at 230 Fifth (a crap hole way too dingy to attract the truly successful) and ”toasting to the good life” means they?ve made it. Banking analysts are the scum of wall-street?way on the bottom of the food chain? and yet they go out after hours dressed in Joseph Aboud and party it up drinking from collegiate shot glasses thinking they are Gordan Gekko from the infamous movie ”Wall Street”. Get a grip guys?you have a long fucking way to go, and the saddest part is most of you won?t get there.

  61. -1 votes + -
    STR8 FLSH Said:

    to Post above ?EAt you Heart OUt?PIMPS UP ..HOES DOWN?. http://wallstfolly.typepad.com/wallstfolly/2006/10/meet_tato_malzo.html#more

  62. +1 votes + -
    shoegazeJames Said:

    To haters R us: Why the hate? Did an intern from Barnard just roll by in day-glo boots and hot-pants singing, ”bet you wish your girlfriend was hot like me” before wiggling her cute but unavailable touche in your puffy face? If you?re the blogger, get used to criticism if it?s gonna be more than a blog. If you?re not, read more.

  63. 0 votes + -
    VI Banker Said:

    Shoeless James, Touche? Had to.

  64. +3 votes + -
    haters-R-us Said:

    shoegaze james (or shoeless..according to the post above), you have truly hurt my feelings. i unfortunately do not write this blog but rather peruse it time to time as a respite from work. is that so wrong shoeless? is it? i, in fact, like interns from barnard?i enjoy their feminine liberalism and optimism that is eventually stifled once they begin the rigors of Big Law or Bulge Banking. They then turn into Banker Chicks for all to play with. i think thats better than you taking it up the arse, no?

  65. 0 votes + -
    shoegazeJames Said:

    LOL Haters-R-us? Was that you I saw last night in the Manchester bar on 2nd Avenue? ?trying to borrow a set of jump leads for your green Lada ?

  66. -1 votes + -
    Amit Said:

    Poor Gopal.. didn?t get an hj or even get to spoon anyone. he better get lucky when they go to vegas?

  67. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Please write about this guy in your next post? http://www.alekseyvayner.com/Web/viewvideos.php?hdnVideoID=1

  68. -1 votes + -
    JS Said:

    The post was good, but I sincerely hope that any allusion to Murray Hill being a neighborhood that is anything other then sincerely hideous is a joke.

  69. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    yeah, this is truly epic: link

  70. 0 votes + -
    yourmom Said:

    hj should have been heej, as opposed to a beej, or a feej.

  71. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    ‘Oddly perpetuating” ? you?re the ghost of Henry James, bro. The next question is are you also a virgin.

  72. -1 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    Anon who wrote ”infamous movie Wall Street” (lol) ? isn?t the BEST part that they won?t get there?

  73. -2 votes + -
    Man Said:

    Not a fan of this, the other stories are all comical in their absurdity, but this borders too closely on reality. That night could truly have happened. People can?t actually think MDs are cool because they throw $100 bucks down and take a shirt or people don?t really walk into a bar and say IBD in the house and think they?re cool because they?re bankers, correct? Or am I totally wrong? Also, it?s a pretty well understood fact that the buy-side is more lucrative than banking in the long run, so how can you have respect for someone who?s worked 70+ hrs a week for their entire lives and still only making a mil/yr vs. your avg pe partner or hedge fund pm?

  74. -2 votes + -
    Badass-ociate Said:

    ‘Can someone please pitch this concept to a TV exec so it becomes a real show? Please???” Just in response to the post above. The executive producers of Entourage (Elin, et al) are working on a pilot about four guys (older) that live and work in NYC. I think two of them are hedge fund traders and the others are less fortunate. It covers their professional and personal lives. Should be interesting. It suppose to piggy back Entourage?s success and should be coming out soon.

  75. -2 votes + -
    Anonymous Said:

    What?r you guys talkin about?

  76. 0 votes + -
    BigLawBaller Said:

    Danbury? I guess middle-class is all you can get on KKR money. Too bad you couldn?t get into a decent PE firm like Blackstone. I guess that what happens when you go to second-tier schools like Deerfield and Princeton, as opposed to actual schools like Exeter and Harvard.

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