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I met a guy around the time my Dad passed away, and my best friend moved away.  I was in my 20s, and alone.  We became fast friends.
Talk about setting myself up!
His name was Chip.  Well, actually, his name was Lawrence and his nickname was Chip.
He was a medical assistant at the urgent care facility wherein I was a security guard.  We worked the same shift, and discovered we liked the same things.
Women, alcohol, guns and fun.
He had lost his father some years earlier, so a friendship formed.  An unhealthy one.
An objective onlooker would probably notice Chip was, how do I say this delicately,
a sleezebag.  A greasy looking, cheesy-moustached, Disco-shirted, overweight, sleezebag.
He kinda resembled the guy who got convicted of blowing up reporter Don Bolles’ car. 
He drank too much, smoked cigarettes too much, ate too much, everything too much, including women – something I admired.  And, I was lonely, and had just lost my father and my best friend.
Women were for me, rare.
I was overweight, too, and my lack of self-esteem got in the way of many relationships.  But Chip didn’t seem have that problem.
I was/am traditional, in many respects.
Chip had hash marks on the side of his bed.
On multiple occasions, I saw him approach women, and request a rendezvous.  Not a date.  And he didn’t use the word rendezvous, exactly. 
In maybe 150 encounters, I only saw him get slapped once.  To this day I’ve no idea how he did it.
I’m guessing the women were as messed-up as he.
He and I worked together, and moved from job to job, and hung out for about three years.
In that time, I found some help for my own problems, found a decent job, got promoted, and got married.
Chip kept changing jobs, and moving (because of ‘landlord’ problems), and, if he was lacking current employment, he’d always hit up his mom and step-dad for cash.  And, he loathed them.
This all came to a head when on two separate occasions, Chip stole from his mother.  The second time, it was in excess of $40,000.  She finally legally separated herself from him, after he disappeared with the money.
A few years later, I visited her home to ask what she knew of him.  Morbid curiosity, I guess.
She told me her sister lived in Denver, and she had seen a special on local TV regarding a homeless shelter.  And there was Chip, living in the shelter, on camera.  She was told he’d not aged well.
He used to fantasize about ‘getting rich’.  At the time, I didn’t realize he was a sociopath, I just needed a friend.
Thank God I’ve my real friends!

About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.


3 thoughts on “Chip

  1. I suspect many of us have had a "Chip" in our lives. Sociopaths can be difficult to spot because they're so good at charm and manipulation. It takes awhile for their true colors to show.Glad you escaped relatively intact from your encounter with Chip.

    Posted by Tomi | May 16, 2011, 7:09 am
  2. A good friend is treasure. Determining which is gold and which is lead is much more difficult.

    Posted by Crucis | May 16, 2011, 3:15 pm


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