Før i tiden kunne du løbe så hurtigt, at du kunne nå toget, og du gav de smarte investor-fyre baghjul, med en mobiltelefon i den ene hånd, en sportstaske over skulderen, og et Hollywood Reporter i munden.
You used to be able to run for the Lexington Avenue Express with the best of them, elbowing investment wankers out of the way. Cellphone in one hand, mammoth ball sack in the other, a Hollywood Reporter between your teeth, not even breathing so you wouldn't inhale the fucking piss stench.