His real name was Trevor, but no one called him that, just "kid", or "Cincinnati". He wasn't a kid at 32, and he would be the first to tell you he'd never even been to Ohio.
He got that name from an old Carny years ago that he hustled in a pool game, he was always in shit for that, he was a pro.
He was good looking and knew it, and he could out think most people in his sleep, he was sharp. he could talk you into anything, and you never saw it coming.
A lot of woman bitched about his conceit, but then they'd be the first to fuck him if they got the chance. I never met a woman he couldn't manipulate, or bend to his own will.
I learned a lot about human nature from him. He always knew what to say, who to say it to, and when to say it.
"People always want what they can't have" he'd say, "And that's how you hook them"
"Give them a little taste, then pull it away, women included"
"Women put nice boys on a shelf so they can chase the bad ones, if you aint bad, you're fucking boring."
I can't count the times or towns a fight broke out because of him, and someones girlfriend. Locals didn't like us as it was, and really didn't like us when he was in the bar. He punched a lot of locals out due to the fact that he was a boxer.
We'd end up in jail, and the boss would come and get us, no lecture, just told us to get our fucking asses back to work, "And stay out of the fucking bar" he'd yell at us.
The "Kid" always took it as a compliment when someone didn't like him, "It means they see you as a threat at some level" he'd say, it's the truth in most cases.
I think about him sometimes, and I miss him. He went to prison for three years for pulling a gun in public. Nobody's ever seen him on the road since.
Maybe he settled down somewhere, but I doubt it, I just hope he's still alive.