Sadly, I did know him all too well. His real name is Chester Arthur Allen Rochester III.
He was born to a rather wealthy family in my hometown. He had really nice parents. The whole world was his for the taking. As you can see, he was the most handsome boy in town.
But he did not appreciate it. In grade school, he took my lunch money even though he didn't need it. In junior high he forced me to blow him behind his tennis court at his 13th birthday party. Monday at school he spread a rumor that I was gay. My father heard this rumor, and freaked out at his father's office, smashing several pricey art objects. Since my dad, like the whole town, worked for him, he was fired. He never found suitable employment again.
In high school, he and his friends took my project for the science fair, depriving me of the grade point average I needed to get into a good school.
In college, I don't have to tell you, his looks opened doors for him even his family name couldn't. But he got drunk over Christmas break and took a 14-year-old girl out driving and got her drunk. He crashed the car and killed her. It destroyed his parents and made them do something none of us would suspect they could, they used their authority to cover the whole thing up.
After he graduated, he came back to take over the business. He didn't like working so he sold the family factory to a conglomerate that just didn't want the competition anymore and shut it down. This ruined the town. It destroyed his father and he died of heartbreak. His mother soon followed as his father's death killed her.
He took all his new wealth and traveled the world. He developed a horrible drug problem somewhere in his travels and was left with nothing.
The rumors that he became involved in gay porn to fuel his drug habit turned out to be true.
He took what little money he made from this and came crawling back to town. He was still the handsome man you see in those movies. He got clean thanks to the help of a very successful homeless shelter program. He found work doing odd jobs for people, which seem to make a lot of people feel superior. He got a lot of work. His business was soon successful and he hired a few people. One day, I ran in to him. He gave me a very heartfelt apology for any grief he caused me. I could see he was changed.
Then he won $113 million from the Mega Millions Lottery. He pledged to open the factory back up, which had been on the market for 25 years. He announced it live on TV when they asked him what he was going to do for the money. The town was reborn. He was a hero. He hired crews to fix the place up, he ordered machinery. He hired workers to get training.
He also used his new wealth to keep his porn from the market and erased most traces of it, which is why it's so rare to find.
Everyone was so happy that everyone wanted to be his friend. He was invited to every party. He felt so confident and sure of everything. He started drinking again. He would disappear for days. No one in town would see him for weeks. When he would show up, he was just as mean and nasty as before. Strangely, his looks started fading. Some people said it was the meth. One night, he was leaving a restaurant where I was eating with my partner. He spit in my food, and said "See, I told everyone he was a fag!" We were stunned. Everyone else was too afraid to say anything.
Eventually, he just quit showing up. No one can find him. The factory obviously never re-opened. Many small contractor businesses were ruined.
So now you know something about this man you obsess over. Trust me, you would not like what you saw today. I beg you to stop your quest. He would only destroy you.
But if you are ever unfortunate enough to find that bastard, you tell him Jimbill is looking for him!