Creative accounting. Mismanagement. Vanishing 401Ks. Insider trading. Misplaced power. Neuroses. Bloody clown suits. Meatloaf costumes.

Self-administered prison tattoos. You guessed it.Corporate America. And in 1989, nobody better exemplified those characteristics and a hundred tawdry others, more than CommGlobalTeleVista, a telecommunications behemoth that's future relied on a promotion that would provide customers with something they didn't want or need, and a CEO who hoped buying a meat company, or acting like its takeover is in the works, would move their stock price north of $75 per share and award him a $100 million bonus. And it all happened because Dick Citizen, an unambitious, twenty-five-year-old with an obsessive hatred for his first name, an uncanny ability to hit a golf ball long and straight, and a bizarre skeleton in his closet, stumbled backwards into the last place he should be, you guessed it.Corporate America.