One dude was the worst kind of friend you could have. Let's call him Ken. See, Ken had a friend by the name of… let's say, Scott. Ken and Scott were buddies, and when Ken got himself into a tight spot at the ripe age of 28, Scott let him sleep at his place (for free), bought him groceries, and even took care of his cat. All of which he really didn't have to do. Ken didn't work, didn't want to look for a job, and one day, disappeared, leaving his cat with Scott, who didn't particularly want his…