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.
