Recently at a traders function in Kansas, I ran into an ex-coworker and friend of mine Jake. I’ve mentioned him before. He’s the tech trader who likes to tie one and then tell women how (his very much alive wife) recently passed way. Honestly speaking, he is one of my dearest friends in the business and and one of the most dangerous drinkers on the street. This guy has no middle ground. He self admits that for him there is no such thing as one or two drinks (or even 10)… Either he goes straight home after the close or he is out hard – never anything in between. When he goes home he is the perfect husband, father and just another de-clawed house cat. But when he goes out – Don’t even think about getting in his way.
He makes Jeckle and Hyde look like amateurs and one the the funniest people you’ll ever come across. He is a cartoon character. Once he locks his sights onto something (or someone) he’s the poster child for drunken determination. The more he drinks and the more difficult it becomes for him to form sentences (even words) – the harder he presses. It’s amazing. You really do need to see this guy in action. He’s always entertaining and never gets violent (unless of course you’re trying to put him in a car to send him home).
As usual the event was a good time an the night was interesting. And somehow I managed to wake up at 5:30 to make my 7AM flight. But wouldn’t you know it, while I was walking out of the hotel, up pulls a cab and there’s Jake (by himself) in his red velvet smoking jacket (yes not only does he own one but he packed it for the trip), just getting in for the night from a casino that has to be at least 45 minutes away.
Jake sure was glad to see me since he gambled away his last dollar, couldn’t speak and was having a tough time peeling his credit cards off the floor of the cab where his wallet obviously exploded.
I poured him into a lobby chair and asked the front desk to keep an eye on him. God I miss this guy and how normal he makes me feel.
Something about Kansas City…