To be on the edge. Straddling that fine line between employing aggressive business practices and making split second judgments based on instincts. A select few are able to balance it day after day in order to taste the sweetness of success. One slight 'nudge' in the wrong direction could take you swirling backwards over the velvet ropes that separate those privileged champagne-sipping few, from the rest of the meek beer-guzzling wannabes.
Stephen Caputi's memoir, I Should Have Stayed in Morocco, is not just another forensic account of billionaire Ponzi-schemer Scott Rothstein. Caputi opens his heart and soul as he takes the reader on a journey through two decades rife with personal experiences, misadventures and wild escapades with Rothstein, climaxing with their now-infamous ramble in Casablanca. It's a frighteningly true story of how friendship and loyalty was dedicatedly served to a master-manipulator, just to be rewarded with deceitful betrayal and a prison sentence.