He's been drinking home-made wine and reading Bukowski so watch out boys and I swear I seen him eat some kind of mushroom over an hour ago and now his blood is popping on his way to the jukebox to pull the plug on AC/DC Metallica ready to eyeball fuck any man in the room. He throws up two bucks and a quarter for a black glass of stout, climbs the bar and yells absurd things mostly before being shot in the head by the bartender's spritzer.