We’re supposed to be writing about con artists but I have no CONfidence that I can pull it off.
May I CONfide in you? The only con artists floating around in my CONsciousness are the characters in “Guys and Dolls,” and that movie Leonardo DiCaprio did about the guy who CONvinced people he was a pilot for PanAm , among other things. It was a true story. I think it became a musical due to some strange CONfluence of events. Funny, I can remember if he was ever CONvicted. Not Leo. The real guy.
After some CONtemplation I’ve determined that Will Smith’s character in “Six Degrees of Separation” could be CONsidered a con artist. Oh! And Wimpy from the old Popeye cartoons! I’m CONfident that he never paid anyone Tuesday for the hamburgers he was CONstantly eating.
(There was a hamburger stand called Wimpy’s across the street from my high school. CONtrary to rumors, there were no human body parts in the meat. And the French fries there were always hot and crispy. They served them in paper cones, like at the boardwalk.)
But that’s the sum-total of my less-than-CONsiderable knowledge about con artists and why I’m the worst person ever CONscripted to write about one.
If you’ve read this much of my CONvoluted tale, you will now be slightly CONsternated.
Why? Because I’ve used my CONniving ways to CONvince you that I’ve written a story about con artists.
And thus CONcludes my CONcept piece.
Written for Brief #22 of Like the Prose 2021: Con Artists
