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I was almost that guy. Graduated in '73, Major in Accounting

Posted by Road Warrior on October 14, 2016 at 21:02:56:
Edit - Looking forward to seeing this and now, my little story, related to Accounting and Organized crime
I had been a part time student worker with the State of La., then took a full time tax auditing job (for awhile at least) upon graduation. After graduation I was approached by the Department of Revenue's head of security, a genuinely scary guy everbuddy was leery of, and asked to step into his crackerbox of an office, whereupon he closed the door and gave me the DEAD F'N SERIOUS stare.
After an uncomfortable silence he asked me if I'd like an "assignment" that could really make a difference. Keep in mind I'm a shy, 21 year old pot head, without a care in the world except where the next lid was coming from.
He said the La. State police wanted someone on the inside of the Carlos Marcello (Google him, VERY scary) crime organization in New Orleans, who understood finance and accounting, and that they had an inside person who could arrange for such a person to be hired in that position. He said I'd receive training at FBI school, wherever the F that was, but I'd have to buy my own gun. Even as naive and spaced out as I was, it took me about a minute to figure out this was a suicide mission and I declined. I weren't no superhero like Affleck, then or now, lol.