The Samoan rolled back into Atlanta today and in his usual fashion, he showed up with less than five minutes warning. I was still in my boxers. Jenn, thank God, had just left for work.
I've known him since late 2001 when I wandered into his office down at the Marietta Square. Since then, he has shown up in Louisiana, gotten me dragged to Singapore and caught up between him and a young rival just before he left for Las Vegas. Oh yeah, He set my car on fire once too.
That being said, he hasn't wreaked total havoc in my life. He did pull me out of a slump and get me back to Atlanta when I really needed to be here more than anything. Other than that... total havoc.
Since he is back, you can expect that Ben is probably going to be following close behind. Ben isn't really a side kick as much as he is a mediating factor to the Samoan. He is the yin to Sam's yang. Lately while Sam has been in Vegas doing the law thing, and probably treating the local bar like a Starbucks, Ben has been in Rome, Italy working for the Vatican. Besides being something of a spiritual guru with a love for bonsai trees, he is also a Canonist working for the Roman Rota.
Sam blew through my apartment like a storm. Being in boxer shorts, he decided to cut me loose from a lunch meeting that he had planned to take me to, raided my fridge and took off with my last root beer while telling me that I needed to restock my bar. Apparently he has some high powered lunch with a local politician. These lunches usually go on until about 10 pm, never get to the business at hand and usually cost a couple hundred bucks. I was happy to excuse myself by way of partial nudity.