One day last summer, Katie and I and our friend Malcolm were walking home after some dancing at the Knockout. This big drunken dude came marching up to us, mumbling in Spanish. He was jolly and seemed harmless enough, so we started making small talk and taking pictures.
The guy was mumbling and mumbling and cracking himself up. It was pretty funny.
Malcolm had just come back from a trip to a Spanish-speaking country, so he was able to communicate a tiny bit at least. The guy was very impressed, took an instant liking to Malcolm.
At some point he got a little rough, but still all in good fun.
Soon, we tried to say our goodbyes and get a move on. Especially Malcolm.
But before we could leave, guy reached down and took a big handful of Malcolm’s genital area, then whirled around and strolled away, giggling to himself. Ouch!
Anyway, Malcolm moved to another continent today, so we thought we’d share this story in his honor. We’ll miss you, buddy!
Also, sorry about the resless photography. Hopefully it gets the job done.
