What a killer he was! He fucking straight broke the neck of a duck because he was offleash in a quaint park of surrey. In High Park, he would catch daily a few chipmunks. In Dufferin grove , hekilled many squirrels and a poor drunk native man, completely drunk, had to finish whiskey's job with the squirrel because none of us wanted to do it. He begged whiskey to stop making him kill squirrel the whole time he was stomping on the poor mangled squirrel. Completely drunk. Completely nice. In fact, he loved whiskey (like everyone when ever meets him) but he understood that only him could have killed the poor creature mangeld squirrel of all of us. He truly was the only one that drunk. What I heard, I say, is that he was begging God to stop living in this violent world. I think he was heard. Reborn a priest for sure or somewhere real nice change of vibe regarding upbringing and surroundings as an adult.