Another time (just two weeks ago in Kansas) I ran into a good friend of mine (let’s call him Marcus) from a previous shop. He’s a tech trader. Honestly speaking, he is one of my best 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 and never anything in between. When he goes home he is the perfect husband, father of two 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 is the funniest sumbitch you’ll ever come across. Once he locks his sights onto something (or someone) he’s the poster child for drunken determination. The more he drinks and more difficult it becomes for him to form complete thoughts, 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 too aggressive (unless of course you’re trying to put him in a car to send him home). There were also reports of him stumbling into the hotel lobby with his shirt was untucked through his zipper around 6AM when other conference attendees were checking out to head to the airport.
Werewolf in Kansas
