Tell It Jim

 

Jim Gath 

 Hey, Walt Nauta -

Hear that? It’s the singing of the tires of a bus & it’s heading your way. And the underside of it is reserved for you.

That’s right, ol’ son - your boss will fling you under there quicker than a New York minute.

Because when things start to happen, it’s gonna be, “Gee - I don’t know….I told Walt to do everything by the book. And he promised me that he did. If he didn’t, well, that’s on him.”

Furthermore, if he’s promised to pay all of your legal bills, forget about it. He’ll stiff your lawyer like he’s stiffed all of his own lawyers. And you’ll be on the hook for millions.

And, if you don’t know all that, by now, or believe it, just look around at everbody else he’s ever been ‘loyal’ to - each & every one of them has been screwed blue.

And you’re no more special than any of them. A little - or a lot - less special, when you get right down to it.

Do yourself a favor, man…….rather than go to prison until you’re old & frail, give it up.

Flip, dude.

And sing like a canary.

It’s the only shot you’ve got.

You’re welcome.