That guy Little Hawk is a strange one, Bobert. He reads all them mystical books by Chinese philosophers and Indian medicine men and Japanese martial arts guys and Sufis and all kinds of weird people like that. He studies reincarnation and out-of-body stuff. You will never catch him partyin' and cuttin' loose. Never. He don't even like fist fights, fer God's sake! The only place he fires a gun is at the firing range!!! The guy just don't know how to have fun is the way I see it. Well, not what I would call "fun" anyways...

Now, me, that's a whole different story! I am NOT boring, pal! When New Years rolls around I go out and tie one on. Paint the town red! Wake up the dead and make 'em pay attention! Break a few drinkin' records at the local bars! Bust a few heads if I run into some dumb bozos who can't handle their liquor or who don't respect chimps. Yessiree! I had one helluva good time last night and I am still payin' for it today, but the coffee and aspirins has been helpin'. My headache is almost gone now and my eyesight seems to be back to almost normal.

- Chongo

p.s. I got no idea what he is on about in this thread. Like I say, he's strange. But he is a good pal, that I can't fault him for. He ain't no specist.