By day, a normal man, but
when the sun goes down, a beast, half crazy drunken mexican, half manicallly depressed clown. During parties he'll show up and be
gentlemanly but then shall get drunken and angry, punching faces and sticking his abnormal tongue out in a
frantic rage.
This being said, you still love him because he's a BOSS
There are no examples, for those who have encountered
a Glen shall never tell
the tail, be they dead or too
crunk to remember anything.