Every night he walks into the bar, orders a beer and proceeds to anibreate himself untill he can barely make it home. Accept tonight, being a seemingly strage night, he orders a bottle of Souther Comfort. Brad goes over to inquire about his new found flavor. After a darty glance he spoke "your not gona send me back there are ya." Brad shook is head the Irishman then demanded another bottle before he would speak another word. Over the next three hours, he told Brad his name and where he grew up. We figured he'd be drinking Jack instead of Southern, he retorted "It's the whole idea of comfort, after the second bottle you can barely feel your toes and not even the cold can stomach it." We could tell he was a garbage man because he was still dressed in his reflective coveralls and smelled of trash. What he told us next questioned our existance on this tiny planet. He pointed to a small star just beside Orion's belt. " See that star thats the garbage dump for the whole galaxy." By now he was so intoxicated that the scent of Whiskey overtook his dumster funk. We were skeptical, at first, until we saw him crying truly believing he was telling the truth. He was abducted. Rather than doing cruel experiemnts on him, they made him do their dirty work. He confessed to brad that we were both at risk be cause tonight they didnt erase his memory. Sketching on napkins and muttering about Greys, he told us then why they chose him. He wasa legendary recycler who made a living creating art from trash. He had spent 30 years of his life turning trash into treasure. Up until now they didnt want him to know what they were doing untill last night when they abducted him with a bottle in his hands."It's alien repelent you see." He taught them Irish drinking games until they lost control of their ship, skipped it like a flat stone, then like a sick whale ejected them and sank. Proving aleins shouldnt drink and fly. We both laughed and settled his tab. Before we parted ways he urged us to keep a bottle at our bedside. "In case of abduction star firing off shots and they will think twice before abducting another Irishman for their dirty work." We said goodnight and never saw him again, although we did take his advice and drank like an Irishman alone at night whenever we saw bright lights.