Michael Lewis, just after redefining presidential suck-up with his breathless account of presidential b-ball, relapses from his DC sugar high into enjoyable Wall Street snark. In a recent Bloomberg post, spotted by Felix Salmon, Michael affects to relay advice from 12-year-old texter to fellow sons of former Wall Street geniuses a few ground rules for life without a dad who’s pulling in $20 million bonuses the way he did in the old days. Writes Mike, “[T]he 12-year-old child who texted me out of the blue simply wanted to pass along a few tips. I’m not sure if he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart, or testing the market for a book deal.”
Well, I’m not sure if the kid even exists, but what follows is a fairly funny riff about what it’s like to find yourself in the “All of the other kids have a limited-edition Ferrari” crowd, and what to do about it, the ultimate remedy being that you help Mom trade Dad in for a twenty-something Facebook billionaire, though why a twenty-something billionaire would want a teen-age son is left unexplored. Maybe you better ease off the lacrosse stick and start working on your own killer app. Mark Zuckerberg didn’t get rich pulling an oar.
