Cause that's how he rolled.
And that's why I loved him. Not because he drank Bourbon, or was a world-class drunk, or because I agreed with all his decisions, but because he was his own man who lived his life true to himself.
He was a prince, and a genius. A man's man, a ladies' man, a guy who, no matter how he was feeling, always left you feeling like a million bucks. Godspeed, friend, have a Heineken with my dad and a round waiting for me when I catch up to you guys.
I just wish there were some actual drunkards around here who can handle themselves like adults while still acting like retards - liquor&poker