last weekend we went out for the last hurrah of sorts before exams. anthem of the night: let’s be young and stupid! it was a rousing success by all accounts [except my liver]. ah well.
one of the bars we went to was swarming with my type of man: preppy, sailing nut, asshole. everywhere i turned, there was pastel, gin, and boat shoes. in other words – heaven. my friend tomtom knew just about everyone there – we had a blast. one of his buddies, a yacht broker, was there sealing a deal with some older guy from annapolis. the boat got sold, tomtom’s buddy left, and Annapolis Man honed in on me. we chatted for a while and he gave me his card, but i was annoyed so i ran away.
the next day i was
hungover curious and went agoogleing. the man had a very distinctive name; think something to the effect of rainier wolfcastle– not totally out there, but unique. there was only one person with that name to pop up. a linked in profile, sailing results, and news stories.
why, might you ask, was he in the news? a big charity guy? big business? no. the dude killed a homeless guy 15 years ago. he and some friends beat the snot out of this poor guy, did terrible things to him, and buried him. needless to say, i am disgusted.
Annapolis Man/Homeless Guy Killer has since called me twice. the ignore button on my cell is getting some heavy use now. ick ick ick.
lessons learned care of AM/HGK:
- don’t kill people.
- if you have something terrible in your past, maybe change your name? go by a middle name? do something so that when people google you they don’t see the worst thing you’ve ever done on page 1 of the results.
i attract winners.