I remember late nights in that dive bar in Greenwich Village in the 60's where the talk would turn to revolution and man's inhumanity to man. Big F always started off a little muddled but by the time the bottle neared empty he could wax as eloquent as any of those high falootin profs from the uni who thought they knew it all. I always thought it was Akadian though.

Pro tip btw: he really likes tequila