I have a friend we call Capt. Rican because he's a giant Putero Rican who walked around Megacon one year wearing a Capt. America shirt and carrying the shield.
Anyway on a birthday about 4 years ago I decided to try the Kevin Smith drinking game on the 4 movies that were out at the time and get shitty drunk. Everyone loved this idea and I ended up with a house full of people and no one playing the drinking game by the time Clerks was over. Capt shows up and starts mixing himself Incredible Hulks in giant glasses. Someone brings me Gold Schlager and we decide to do shots everytime someone else shows up. Capt Riacan passes out on my couch after two hours, holding an empty beer bottle in his hand.
The party continues and around 2am we noticed the Capt is up and is going to be sick. He realizes that he's too drunk to stand, so he places the bottle up to his lips. His cheeks blow up like Dizzy Gilespee and there is some vomit dribble that goes down his hand and onto his shirt. But the amazing part is that crazy mother fucker puked into a beer bottle!
In the following years he ended up running off with some married chick and I never see him anymore. But today I salute Capt. Rican; that giant, drunken, adulterous bastard. Good luck to you where ever you are.
