Monday, April 25, 2016
Perilous Wealth
Jerry and Cart
-I’m glad I’m not rich! All that lying!
-You’re too nervous, and you’d cave!
-Tell the truth?
-If you still could recognize it!
-End up in Danbury?
-Rare, but possible in your cowardly case.
-I suppose you’re happy I’m finally being punished!
-Yes and no. It IS one hell of an imposition that the waiting
lists for the tennis and golf pros are so long!
-God help me!
Labels: Crimes of Rich, Danbury, Federal Crimes, low security prisons, tax evasion
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Cons
In Danbury again for mail fraud, Loops berated himself
for greed, but just momentarily. The suckers anxious
to give him money, he got trapped within the compelling
frenzy.
And now, like most actors deeply inside the justice system,
he shrugged at morality or lack of it.
Discovering CemCam on a Google search, did feel guilt
as a bad son, so he had the little robot wheel around Celestial
Acres and show the graves of his mother and father.
Clicked yellow roses for her.
The credit card number came from a string of companies he left
his sister in charge of.
Had been more careful with them, and the feds gave up on tying
them into the case.
Then, her husband, Fast Mac the Plumber, got a tip that Death's Door, nearby the cemetery, could be for sale.
Since he also ran Irish acts up and down the East Coast -a sideline for years- Mac felt it could be a promising venue: the Thirty-Somethings liking spooky imagery and Hibernian music.
Loops threw in with them, half and half, and eventually watched online shows from Death’s Door. With roommate Doc, Medicare Fraud.
Doc snapped out of his blue funk with the quick melodies and step
dancing, and eventually asked his wife to bring books.
“Medical?” she had whispered.
“Financial.”
Labels: con man, Danbury, Irish, mail fraud, medicare, suckers
Saturday, November 16, 2013
All in the wrist!
Various Cons
Wristy had real estate schemes we turned off on.
As everything he promoted, the Devil lurked in the
details. And he was the Devil.
We just knew he was flipping properties wholesale.
So effectively that he bought a special edition
Infinity. Only thirty made.
The “Wristy” came from his claim about golf, that it
was all in the wrist.
Our good player claimed that it wasn't and never
was, but such never deterring Wristy.
Oh well, loud nights at sports bars to help spend youth!
No foul no harm.
Comes the Crash and he's quickly underwater, with
a huge inventory. But, not to worry, he's sent to prison
before he's ruined.
Some non real estate pipedream he concocted with
a junior banker from the next town. Details so
complicated, the prosecution expected the entire jury
to fall asleep. But they toughed it out, and, in fact,
convicted.
“Got the quad,” Wristy emailed us. Four years in Danbury.
Where we imagine him telling others in an exercise yard
that it's all in the wrist.
The Infinity up on blocks, his attorney able to save it
and nothing else.
The bunch drives up next weekend. Can’t wait for
the next con he's dreamed up, with the collusion of
bent teachers there.
Labels: Danbury, Devil in details, flipping, golf, prison, Real Estate, sports bar, underwater
