WHY does he want me to move to Argentina!!!???

The story is a comical one, now knowing that I am on the "right" side of the law. I think on all of the different jobs that I have had in my life, and am amazed at the wide spectrum. I have stocked shelves in a grocery store, cleaned bathrooms (with shit on the floor next to the toilet, what's up with that? How do you miss...?) in a pharmacy, built homes in Japan, finished homes in the Salt Lake Valley, bounced illegal parties in West Seattle, bounced legal clubs in Idaho Falls, and even taught English as a Second Language in a podunk town in the farm land. But, the story I am about to talk about would have been the "take all" in a poker game of stories...
I was visiting my parents in a third world country. My father had a predominant job working for the U.S. government, and he had flown me down for a month of carousing over Christmas break. This entailed sleeping in 'til 11:00 a.m., laying at the pool until 3:00 p.m., and then staying out real late...
So, Christmas came and went, and on New Years Eve, I was invited to go to a party with some Argentine friends that I grew up with. J & O. And, their wives and kids...
Now, J married a gal who's grandmother owned the largest bank in the country, and was/ is wealthier than Hell. We drove out to their weekend "quinta", taking the PanAmerican highway.
At this party, I met highly successfull doctors, bankers, import/exporters, and unbeknownst to me, shady characters that I found to be really friendly.
I'll call the two gentlemen in question Ben and Jerry, for the mere fact that I don't want to divulge their true names (even if I remembered them at this point). I was at a lull in the party, it was still early in the evening (most Latin American parties go "till early morning), and was sitting alone while drinking some wine. Ben and Jerry came over and sat next to me. Well, actually Ben sat across from me, and Jerry sat right next to me and put his arm around me.
Let me point out that at that time in my life, I was studying Sports Medicine at the LDS College "Ricks", and had every intention to pursue the medical field (alot of shit has changed since then). But, during the week I was teaching English in a high school, while on the weekend I was bouncing at an alternative dance club (Noscaasi).
Jerry says to me, "Quien sos vos?", meaning basically, who the hell are you? Now I need to describe these two guys so that you understand my allowing a total stranger to put his arm around me while I'm in the process of dafting alcohol.
Ben stood at about 5'5, weighed about 140 lbs, was about 60-65 years old. There is an actor that reminds me of Ben, but I can't remember his name right now. He is always in Mafia movies. Fancy that. He had white hair, mustache, smoking a stogie and had his shirt unbuttoned to about mid chest, showing off his chest hairs.
Jerry on the other hand, stood at about 5'11 (tall for his nationality), weighed in easily at 220-230 lbs. He had dark hair, sunburnt/tanned as all hell, and was built like brick wall. His head could be compared to a watermelon, in that it was just shy of being that of a silver back guerilla's skull under the hair and skin. Jerry complimented his character with the clothing that one would see on someone vacationing in Hawaii or Florida... Pink golf shirt, unbuttoned with gold chains shown, and madras shorts, with sandals.
I explained my connection to the owner of the home, and who I was, and that I was a student on vacation. I never mentioned the fact that my father was the head of the DOJ in the U.S. Embassy.
Ben didn't say much, he acted like Jerry was the one in charge, and just sat there smoking. Jerry, on the other hand, asked me if I ever got into it with people. I told him I was a part time bouncer, teacher, and student all at once. Jerry then told me that what I should do was drop out, " 'Cause the world had enough doctors", quit the high school and the club, and move down to Argentina, and live with him.
Whoa. WTF? I knew he wasn't hitting on me, and Ben still wasn't saying much. Just smoking, and nodding to everything Jerry said.
I asked Jerry what I would do, and he said to me, "work for me". I laughed, and said something like "whatever". Jerry said he was serious, and he actually looked like it for the first time. Ben had stopped smoking, and was staring at me intently. If you think I'm over doing it, I'm not. We all sat there quietly for a minute. Me and these two strangers that had just offered me a job, room, and board; all at the drop of a hat. I wondered "WHY does he want me to move to Argentina!!!???"
Thank the Lord that at that very moment, my friend O walked up to me, and excused me from a strange situation (the kind of awkward silence usually only found on first dates). As we walked away, O asked me what I was talking to Ben and Jerry about, and what did they want.
I explained it to O, and he said, "stay away from those guys". Due to my inquiring mind, I asked him why, and he said "Ben and Jerry are loan sharks, and they want is for you to break legs".
The light came on in my ignorant head, and visions of Goodfella's danced all around my thoughts.
I was pleasantly surprised that I was marked to be a "knuckledragger". But at the same time, I knew all about what type of lifestyle these guys had, and I knew that I would probably be in over my head and begin thriving in that life. Needless to say, it was quite obviously never even an option in my mind. Just a crazy ass compliment to my "Machismo".
In the end, I reconciled with Ben and Jerry, and promised to keep in touch, in case the schooling didn't turn out the way that I wanted. I even took a photo of the three of us, to remember my Mafioso friends.
Besides, I never went the medical route, and now I knuckledrag for the Facility where I work. The monster in the cage in Salt Lake City. Instead of living freely in Argentina....
Life is a chuca, q' no?