When Tricks Go Bad

Joe, me, Ken

My friend Ken...how do I begin to explain him? First of all, he's latin--that is not mean to be prejudicial or stereotypical (although stereotypes are there for a reason). But he confesses that his lifestyle is due to his Colombian heritage. He's 37, probably doesnt have a savings account, no credit, and a rollercoaster of occupations. Oh...and he's probably ATL's biggest whore. His fuck list is extensive, everyone know's Ken. He estimates his # to be in the thousands. He's also the former captain of the gay soccer team in ATL, which has their World Cup in Argentina this weekend. His roommate is my best friend Joe.

So this week some of the soccer guys went to Blake's (the old standby bar in ATL). Ken, also an alcoholic, gets shitty drunk as always. The rest of the crew leaves Ken to his self-destruction. Apparently he closes down the bar, and walks the 2 blocks home with his trick-o-the-night. Problem #1: Ken passes out. The trick the proceeds to steal his wallet, keys, car, and Joe's laptop. Most pathetically, he also stole the box of cereal that Joe left out for the next morning's breakfast.

Problem #2: Joe's passport is in his stolen laptop bag

Problem #3: Its Wed morning, their flight to Argentina is Sat AM.

Problem #4: Ken files a police report, but has NO CLUE what the trick looks like. So they were basically robbed by the invisible man.

So Joe is in town now at the passport office, we'll hang out later. At least it gives me an opportunity to see him. Well he just called, so I'm off to entertain...more details to come.