But now, I will take a moment here in the airport cell lot, as I wait for my grown son (and friends) to arrive on their holiday visit — from Northern California, to marvel at the “popular press“. [And related book sellers’ clubs, I suppose.]
I won’t link to the stories directly in this post, or even explain their goofily fantastical narrative lines, but if Mr. Shkreli still has any pull, anywhere… these would be called “salted” (i.e., planted) tales. Meant to create sympathy, I think. Not buying it. [Or more probably, just meant to hype a book sale, for the author, by linking his book — to a “top of news” name.]
Billy correctly notes — in comments — that if Mr. Shkreli is anything, he is an attention seeker. And the notion that he would have stayed mum about this for nearly two years (okay one and a half!) is simply not credible. [Our backgrounder, there.]
Hushing now. Enjoy your Fourth one and all!