After years of running nightclubs and concert venues from which he robbed bands, comedians, waitstaff, and bouncers blind—after not paying taxes on barrels full of other people's cash—this jizztrumpet was living the life in a nice beach house full of bad vibes and high-end escort chicks.

His jargon of slang was a continuous joy and surprise to them. His gestures, his strange poses, his frank ribaldry of tongue and principle fascinated them.

[I]t commeth at length to fall upon the fleſh which the ventoſe ſticketh faſt unto, and by heating and inchafing, it expreſſeth the humor that is within, into the ventoſe or cupping veſſel.

[…] admitted to that equal sky, / His faithful dog shall bear him company.