A Vietnam Vet who was once a bloodthirsty jungle fighter or Huey pilot but has now turned to more peaceful pursuits. Was in "
the shit." Typically wears garb
like flowing Mexican wedding shirts,
faded Zubaz pants, tigerstripe camo shorts and sandals. Has a long-flowing white beard or ponytail and wears druidic talismans around his neck that reflect past experiences: dogtags, spent bullet casings, Kokopelli figurines, dreamcatchers, etc. Currently employed as a helicopter tour pilot in Hawaii, docent at a New
Mexico pottery museum or
mid-level
weed dealer in Santa Cruz. A fixture at street fairs and boardwalks, typically sells burl
wood clocks and beach sunset photos. Speaks a patois of New Age babble, but throws in military jargon only a Nam Vet would know. Breaking into his home is not recommended, because though peaceful, he probably has a loaded M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his nightstand. Typically married to a Laguna Beach Lady who shops at Chico's and wears too much turquoise jewelry.
Did you see that Nam Shaman down at Venice
Beach selling the whale paintings? He had a
badass tattoo of an
angel reigning down bombs from her outstretched wings!