Sometimes I am amazed when I encounter bizarre situations where business is supposed to get done. Last week I got a call from a friend of a friend who was interested in IT consulting for his burgeoning online adult empire. I knew this guy was completely loaded, so naturally when he suggested I stop by his penthouse apartment for a quick meeting, I was pretty excited. I was expecting an episode of MTV’s Cribs.

What I got was a mix between Cribs, Scarface, and some other bizarre shit I can’t even describe using a movie reference. Don’t get me wrong, the his apartment was fucking huge, but what I encountered there was pretty strange. Within three minutes of entry I noticed a heap of blow on his glass dining room table. This guy resembles that dude from Blow who fucks Johnny Depp’s character over. He talks with a slight accent and constantly has a runny nose and sweaty forehead. He motioned to the heap and said something like ‘Oh feel free.’ I kind of wanted to stay professional, so I declined and pulled out my notebook while looking around for a place to set up. Hmm, would we hit up the nice big leather couch, the home office, or the patio? How about none of the above. He decided it would be a good idea to park it at the dining room table which was covered in residue for the most part.

We actually ended up having a pretty solid conversation about his company’s needs after he did several hundred dollars of blow by himself. Who knew? While I have some misgivings about signing into a big money contract with someone who has meetings on top of a pile of blow, I figured I may as well take the gamble. It’s a lot of fucking money.

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