I honestly knew a guy who was either a total screw-up or just seemed to have the knack of guiding us to misadventure. The first time I met him we went out for an evening snack and ending up being arrested by police on a really minor technicality, but a night in an Indonesian hoosegow is still no picnic. Next time I saw him I went to stay at his house; I was instantly bedridden with one of the worst bugs I've ever had. I went back to see him a year later. He took me out for coffee and spent an hour driving me around town on his Vespa unable to find a coffee shop. So he took me to sit on the promenade where a falling wooden beam came within an inch of killing us booth. For my own safety I now keep him at a friendly distance.