He introduced himself as "midnight magic" and told me about his sandwich philanthropy. He told me he needed money to get his car out of the garage. I gave him some money, even though his upper class costumery was mottled by bad teeth and black fingernails. He asked for card so he could pay me back, but i changed the subject and he didn't press for it.

So I bought him a burrito. Over lunch he mostly told me about how terrible George Bush is, that 911 was an inside job, and that he lost three relatives in the south tower. Perhaps he figured it would resonate with a young person like me. he said he visited bush in person and offered him $1B to renounce satan, which he would not. He said he was barmitzva'd at the wailing wall where 10,000 people came to honor him. and that he was also baptized, like jesus.

He didn't even give me the billionaire speil or promise me $10 million until after he'd gotten everything out of me. I'd never have to work for anyone else ever againg, he said. The details of how i was going to get the money were never clear. And before i left he sung me a show tune, something about "it's always sunny after it rains". And he told me he'd buy me lunch next time.

The coolest thing? He's been pulling this same con for over 10 years! He sometimes has collaborators, in fact he will sometimes be picked up by a friend in a LIMO to enhance the scam!


Frankly, i like the guy. his story is so wild, i'm thrilled it still works. It's like hearing the world's oldest joke as if it's brand new. Or like catching a Coelacanth in your fishing net. Like a glimpse of good old fashioned huckstery, the sheer chutzpah wins it a place in my heart. if i ever see him i'll totally buy him lunch again, though i probably won't give him more money.

And yet these people have the nerve to whine about being fleeced. How lame is that?
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