There is a man named Mo, he is about 39 years old now I think, I called him Dirty Mo because he often times would talk to and about women. And would flirt with them a lot, and was generally horny a lot it seemed. I saw him talking to a lady once, and after wards he said "I could see her coochie through her pants." This was a guy that I met at the Second City Improv Jam about 4 years ago. The first time I met him I got a weird vibe, a vibe that I did not want to be around. He had a bandage on his hand from burning it. And he seemed odd, and something told me to avoid him. But I had seen him a few times after that, and got along somewhat, and somehow, we decided to hang out one night and I spent the night at his place. As I was living in the suburbs at the time, and wanted to stay in the city for the weekend.
So this weekend started at us doing the improv jam. Then hanging out after at a bar near there. At the bar Dirty Mo was talking to some women, and I kept calling him Dirty Mo, and he said to me "Stop calling me Dirty Mo." I didn't want to do this because I felt he was Dirty Mo. We met up with a friend named Mac, who invited us to his place after to smoke weed. So Dirty Mo drove us over to Mac's. We got there and started smoking a bit. Then I had to go to the bathroom, so I did. When I came out Dirty Mo was in the middle of telling a story about how he got some girl to show him her "coochie" in a bathroom somewhere like a bar or restaurant. I believe I called him out for being so dirty, and justifying my nickname for him, or I probably just thought that. We talked for a bit longer, then we left Mac and Dirty Mo drove me back to his place. On the way home he was telling me stories about hotel rooftop parties and meeting beautiful women, going to high class strip clubs and getting into the VIP section and lap dances and what not.
We finally got back to his place and on his door there was a sign that said "Beware of Dog". We walked in, and sat down. I looked around and did not see a dog present. So I asked him where the dog was, and he replied "I'm the dog bitch!"
We continued to sit there until he went to the closet to grab his guitar. Dirty Mo felt he was rather skilled at playing guitar, but he played some notes for me rather poorly. It was probably about 2am and I decided I was tired and went to sleep on his couch. I started to go to sleep and he threw me a blanket after awhile. Waking up the next morning, we mostly hung out and watched TV all day, one thing we watched was the Beastie Boys film with Seth Rogen, Danny McBride and Elijah Wood. He claimed it was one of the greatest things on YouTube. It was pretty good, it also had John C. Reily, Will Ferrell, and Jack Black.
We left his place after four or five hours of not doing anything outside of TV watching. We went back to Second City and got dinner at Corchorans across the street with a friend named, Chip. Dirty Mo was getting on my nerves by this point. He was trying to hit on the waitress quite a bit, and Chip and I were forced to put up with him being strange at the table. Mo and I left to go see an improv show, it was fantastic, it's called "The Boys" and consists of some of the top instructors at Second City. After that show I left back to Palatine, and I had forgotten a sweatshirt or something with Dirty Mo, I believe I got it back from him later.
Probably a year later or so, I was at another theater and saw a picture of him. And next to it said,
"If you see this man, call the police." He had been accused of grabbing or harassing a woman at some other theater. And now has a notorious reputation around the improv community of being dirty.
I knew there was something dirty about Dirty Mo, that's why I called him that. He tried to deny it to get the ladies, but he was dirty for the ladies and their "coochies".