To me, James Frey remains (and probably will remain) the very best amongst writers.

Corporate shit infuriates me. Common man dressed up to the chin. The ego of man, holds the key to his practical character. Proud. Robust. Fucks. It is however, our very ego that enforces us to excel in this life. Excellence and professionalism are then interpreted in terms of decisiveness, will-power and whatever that keeps these caffeinated people going.

To master these very skills of professional conduct, one must step down from the satanic pedestal these people step-on to excel (apparently).  Only then, can a man, 'see' what actually is happening around him. Only then, he earns true respect.

I would rather mix with whom you would refer to as a "commoner"!