I got like halfway through, to the point where the WASP protagonist’s dad bulls him into dismissing his earthy borough lawyer with entries in the favor bank in favor of a bond-issuance partner at his white-shoe firm

I borrowed (was given) it by a (family friend of a) friend in like Boulder that we stayed with on my post-college drive from suburban Philly to LA in late 2005, the wife saw how I’d gotten through Looking For Mr. Goodbar already while they were golfing