As you might have guessed from the movie, I did end up going to federal prison, no thanks to that ungrateful bastard Bud Fox, who snitched and got himself a reduced sentence. Last I heard about that guy, he converted to Islam in prison and then fought alongside the Taliban after he got out. As for me, I got sent to a Club Fed. All things considered, prison wasnt that bad.
In the first few months of my five-year sentence, Michael Milken and I orchestrated a hostile takeover of Cell Block 4, which had nicer bunks. It was pretty easy since CB4 was populated by a bunch of Ivy League creampuffs. I liked to kid Milken, a holier-than-Mao Cal-Berkeley putz, Its all about bunks, kid; the rest is conversation. Then he tried to stick me with a toothbrush shiv so he could get the bottom bunk. Im not going to go into detail about what happened next, but let me just say that I never bothered to give that little prick a reach-around.
The feds seized a good chunk of my assets, but I was still a millionaire when I got out of the joint. Yeah, I still had enough liquid to piss on a few bushes. And, thank God, the whole Internet thing was just about to hit. So I moved to Silicon Valley, but that place is more boring than screwing my wife, so I relocated to Blackhawk. I live right down the way from Joe Morgan and some damn rapper named Easy-E40. Or something like that. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah -- the Internet. So while all the MBA meatheads are betting on dogs like Webvan and that damn company with the sock puppet, I pumped all my money into pussy. Internet porn made Gordon Gekko a billionaire again.
So ya see, buddy, the more things change, the more they stay the same, as they say. The ´80s had the corporate raiders, the junk-bond traders, the S&L bailout. The ´90s had the Internet gold rush. Now you gotta pay $8 for a domestic beer in a plastic cup at the Coliseum during an Oakland As game. You think 9/11 changed anything? Can you say Enron? Or Starbucks? No, buddy, nothing has changed. Greed is still good. -- Gordon Gekko