In some ways, it was better than if I had stayed in the states. Good food and plenty of tourists to work. But in some ways, it was harder. The French cops were smart fuckers, and usually it only took them a day or two to catch on to me. The language was another problem, but that usually worked to my advantage when I ran my scam. The best thing was how Americans were off-guard while in another country. One guy I hustled was a New York lawyer, and you bet I’d never have gotten away with it at home.
How odd, I’ve almost just written the other side of the same story… Nice writing!
I am the opposite, always on a lookout for hustlers. Mama taught me that. 😀
Hmm. Yeah. We do seem unawares when out of the place we’re most comfortable in!
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
Intriguing story. I’d read a book about this character.
I can imagine being hustled, I’m as naive as they come. Nicely told!
excellent! I am sure if I was abroad, I would be an easy mark
Intriguing. I want to know where he is now – in prison? I can just imagine him reminiscing as he lies on his narrow bunk in a cold concrete cell. Maybe those French cops were smart enough to catch him.