a belly nourished by beer, whiskey, rumple minitz and buckets of both haut cuisine and buffalo wings. but he leads with his chest, shoulders thrown rearward daring the world to take a swing at him. a few scars considering. under the his right arm is the ghost of a surgery he endured without anesthesia. he snuck out of the hospital for a beer at a nearby strip club, got into a fight and reopened the incision in such a manner that he drenched himself, the club and a neighboring 7/eleven in blood. point of information, he owned the strip club. two breaks in the bones of his nose. and here and there faded nicks were calling a melee outside of a virginia sailor bar. then made good on the threat by clamping his beefty hands around the charging animal's neck, squeezing until it passed out and beating the adopt with his own -- cop with his own german shepherd. he can be inperson rate with the language. that's the paragraph we'll skip. i've heard many labels applied to him; crazy, brash, a rough customer, funny, charming, shrewd. the case could be made for any and all of them to which i'd add