by Scott Creighton
He might not have had the best fashion sense but he didn’t care. Who am I kidding? He went full retard when it came to clothes but he liked what he liked and if you didn’t, it meant not a single thing to him.
He always had a joke and a smart-ass comment followed up by that distinctive smirk of his.
He didn’t like bullshit and could smell it a mile away, but he loved his bullshit and gave it out freely with a devilish grin like a giant belligerent Johnny Appleseed crossing the nation.
He was opinionated and obstinate. Like his wardrobe, his viewpoint rarely changed.