[ WP ] Michael Fishbein , Rogue Accountant

`` What's with the t-shirt and flops?'' 
 
 `` I'm a FishHead, man.'' 
 
 `` What does that shirt say? Wasted Away in what?'' 
 
 `` Wasted Away in Corona-ville. Like, getting drunk on Corona. It's his best song!'' 
 
 `` Who's best song'' 
 
 `` The FISHER, man, THE FISHER!'' 
 
 They came from far and wide to him play. `` Fish-er, Fish-er, Fish-er'', they'd chant. When he took the stage, it was like a rainbow after a storm. Tie dyed tapestries, Pisces signs, bucket hats. The stage filled with smoke. 
 
 He'd start singing. `` Accounts payable, fixed assets. Call your CPA and place your bets.'' This is what the people came to hear. This was The Fisher at his finest. 
 
 Ten years ago, Mike never imagined this. He was a senior CPA with Jones, Weinstein and Patel, fast-tracked for the next partner opening. He wanted his name on that goddamned placard by the front door. He knew the only way he'd get there was to land a big client. 
 
 Mr. Buffett was a hugely successful entrepreneur. He'd started a band on the beach in Florida and turned it into a multi-billion dollar enterprise. Mike sets his sites on Buffett. This, he thought, would make him partner. 
 
 He learned everything there was to know about Buffett. It became an obsession. He knew every song, bought every t-shirt, met every childhood friend. He was going to land this business if it was the last thing he did. 
 
 Mike never made partner. Buffett turned up dead two weeks later of an apparent overdose. Foul play was suspected.
