But inhibitions went south when the coke came out. Piles of it, served up by John Saunders, like he was a waiter. Pimp and waiter, Frank thinks now, that’s the career an M.B.A. got you in the coked-up, easy-money eighties. The straight businessmen and the pols and the hookers were snorting it up with one-hundred-dollar bills, more than one of which Frank saw fly off unnoticed into the night breeze. The coke turned the party into a floating orgy, a maritime bacchanalia. Caligula meets Captains Courageous.
