One of many co-workers/characters/friends

The after work late night excursions with coworkers may be the best part of my job. Food and beverage workers may rival small countries in their decadent consumption of booze and a few controlled substances. My coworker and friend was in the armed forces as a bomb specialist and may have one of the quickest wits on the planet. I think we get along well based on a mutual respect for one another. This is why anyone gets along, I suppose. The race to decode and disarm each others sense of humor is too tempting a challenge to ignore. He is too tall for as much as he drinks and slumps against the bar with the curve of the moon in his back when he's not dancing over the hardwood floors of "Fiddlers" like a wounded vulture preparing itself for its last meal. He refers to his arms in the way a body builder would. He's dubbed those wiry things, "The Captain & Tennille." I'm sure he'll be featured on this blog in lo-fi audio very soon, so I wanted any reader out there to have a little bit of him to which you could refer.