From scheisskopf
TP's a good guy when he's sleeping, but he's a CHAMP after curfew anywhere between the Burgundy Room and Small's. Don't call to make sure he made it home alright... Just pray-- not only for him, but the unfortunate souls who cross his path. (Seek evidence of this fantasmo derelicto on shithouse walls at the Ski Room or the Smog Cutter, and you'll catch my drift). Get the kids off the street... no shit.