Originally Posted by
kaartman
Wow. I used to listen to DD once in a great while and recently listened to the latest Poker Fraud podcasts because I was interested in the UB scandal stuff, but what intrigued me about the last episode was mention of a guy named Ken Scalir from the Los Angeles area who was 20 years old in 1990. You see, my friend and I have an odd connection to a guy by that name from CA (who happened to be 21 in 1991) and to this day we will still share a laugh whenever that name comes up. After doing some googling I realized that the Ken Scalir you mentioned and that appears to be somewhat famous in this community is indeed the same person I had two very brief interactions with in the early '90s. I'm a little nervous to share this because it involved some unscrupulous behavior by my friend and I when we were just 18 (we're now 40), but I feel like we didn't do anything all that outrageous for a couple teenagers and frankly I am too blown away not to share. Here it is:
In the fall of 1991 my friend and I were freshmen at UCSB living in Tropicana Gardens (off-campus student housing). We were roaming the streets of Isla Vista one night and wandered into a party on Del Playa Street. For reasons or circumstances I don't recall we started to talk to this incredibly wasted dude laying on the stairs inside the house. He was rambling about some stuff and at one point he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and literally handed it to us because he said he was so drunk he was scared he'd lose it. Definitely an intoxicated thing to do huh? Anyway, my friend sort of resembled him and when we noticed his drivers license said he was 21, we took it and gave him the wallet back and left the premises. A shitty thing to do? Yes. Would I do something like that now? Never. But we were 18 and this was a golden opportunity for a fake ID. As you can now probably guess, the name on the license was one Ken Scalir. We've never forgotten that name.
Over the next year or two my friend used Ken Scalir's drivers license to buy everybody alcohol (one time a server at a place called McBurley's refused him, though, because he said he knew Ken). My friend had memorized his birth date and address because sometimes the people selling alcohol would question him, which is the basis of another encounter with Ken a year or two later. My friend and I were standing outside a place called Anaconda (later Isla Vista Billiards Club) and we saw Ken. We were young and stupid and we yelled "Hey Ken" or something and he came over. He didn't know us and seemed confused and my friend pretended to be some sort of psychic guy rubbing his temples and saying his address and birth day and Ken was acting totally blown away and started asking my friend to tell him more about his life. I think my friend told him he was going to be a fireman or something later in life, but I'm not sure. That was the last time I had any interaction with Ken.
I didn't really know him at all, but I've never forgotten that name or the person. When I saw all those videos online I instantly realized that was 100% the same person whose ID my friend used in our early years at UCSB. So crazy how this all came back to me the instant I heard that name on the podcast. Anyway, I'm not proud of my involvement in taking his ID out of his wallet. It was certainly not personal against him at all, so if he even remembers losing his license in the fall of 1991 I sincerely want to apologize to him. Hopefully he can find some humor in this story all these years later.
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