Charlie Chan

Let us mark the arrival of Charlie Chans birthday, in honor of the person whose non-stop complaining, drinking, racism, and misanthropy has kept me alive through the neglect of its other masters.

He remains reviled but yet beloved; full of small joys but spilling over with piss-tasting haterade; always up for a good time, and always down for a smoking whatever that is in your hand; a dried-up old bag, but like the Chicken man, so full of life.