Ya know, it's rare that I post here anymore. I couldn't resist when I saw this thread about Tom.
He was indeed an incredible man. It's difficult to say anything about him without feeling trite and cheesy as hell. For those that knew Tom, knew what a tough old bastard he could be. He smoked like a freight train, was grouchy as hell sometimes, drank like a fish, and devoured Soduku books and read everything he could get his hands on. Damn, what an original soul. He lived more lives than most of us could hope to.
The night that we celebrated him in the bar with lots of Busch in a can I couldn't help thinking of how god-awful that damn beer is. I hope Tom is drinking good beer now and chain-smoking without coughing. Best wishes to you, you tough old bird... wherever you are.