Soilentgreen

He used to be somebody. Now he just sits at the bar, leaning slightly forward, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a drink in his hand. He used to be somebody, and he never tires of telling everyone. He had success, money, women. Every now and then,...

It's so easy not to like him. He's not very intelligent, works too slowly, and giggles at his own jokes (which are usually a bit childish). But when you sit down over a beer after work is done, you quickly realize that he may not be the brightest...