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ROB<br />
PACKER<br />
By Mike Brown<br />
mikebrown@slugmag.com<br />
twitter: @Fuckmikebrown<br />
For this year’s beer <strong>issue</strong>, I wanted<br />
to do brief interviews with some<br />
of my favorite local drunks. It<br />
sounded e<strong>as</strong>y in my head, but<br />
coordinating such interviews<br />
proved to be a daunting t<strong>as</strong>k,<br />
like herding feral cats. Aside<br />
from most megaw<strong>as</strong>toids not<br />
being the most calendar-friendly<br />
people, I had a couple of other<br />
prerequisites for the miniinterviews.<br />
I needed super-drunks, not just<br />
bar flies—men or women with<br />
a liver built to l<strong>as</strong>t and haul <strong>as</strong>s<br />
like a freight train. I didn’t want<br />
to deal with any self-loathing<br />
bullshit, either. I needed real pros<br />
at swilling. People who make<br />
drinking what it should be: fun. I<br />
know a lot of “poor me” pity-party<br />
alcoholics who replace their once<br />
robust self-esteem with a handle<br />
of Popov. Why would I want to<br />
write something depressing?<br />
That narrowed my search<br />
tremendously. I thought about<br />
calling my old-time friend, Sweet<br />
Pete, who lives in Sioux Falls,<br />
S.D. I stayed at his house once<br />
while on tour. He’s amazing: a<br />
the bartender w<strong>as</strong> prompted to<br />
cut Sweet Pete off due to stupid<br />
state regulations. The bartender<br />
explained to him why he w<strong>as</strong> cut<br />
off. Sweet Pete tried to explain<br />
that he w<strong>as</strong> from South Dakota<br />
and that’s not how they did things<br />
there. Sweet Pete got in his car<br />
and drove back to Sioux Falls that<br />
night, knowing he could never live<br />
in a state that would put restraints<br />
on his thirst. Ironically, the amount<br />
of his dad’s money that Sweet<br />
Pete spends in bars really could<br />
fix the local economic crisis by<br />
itself, but we all know how stupid<br />
this state is when it comes to<br />
drinking anything. I fucking hate<br />
our Legislature, but that’s another<br />
article.<br />
When I stayed with Sweet Pete, he<br />
took us to all the best strip clubs<br />
Sioux Falls had to offer, told us<br />
he’d buy all of our drinks (but only<br />
if they were liquor) and paid for all<br />
of our lap dances. He knew every<br />
stripper’s real name and even<br />
tipped all the bouncers. Cl<strong>as</strong>s act<br />
all the way, I tell ya—my kind of<br />
drunk.<br />
The only local drunk I got around<br />
to interviewing for this article that<br />
I could put on the same level of<br />
sloshy bliss <strong>as</strong> Sweet Pete is my<br />
man Rob Packer. The only time<br />
Packer h<strong>as</strong> even come close to<br />
making me mad w<strong>as</strong> when he<br />
tried to put his dick in my pocket a<br />
couple months ago, and even that<br />
w<strong>as</strong> pretty funny.<br />
Packer probably came out of his<br />
mom’s vagina holding a Pabst.<br />
Seeing Packer without a Pabst in<br />
his hand is like seeing a unicorn<br />
or Bigfoot. Packer h<strong>as</strong> put more<br />
Pabst through his liver than all<br />
the hipsters at Twilite Lounge<br />
combined. I refuse to drink PBR<br />
these days. No offense to Rob<br />
Packer, but to me, that beer reeks<br />
of skanks and American Apparel<br />
apathy.<br />
Packer is also a vegan. I <strong>as</strong>ked him<br />
what he had been longer, drunk<br />
or vegan. I w<strong>as</strong> surprised that<br />
the answer w<strong>as</strong> vegan. It seems<br />
to me that vegans sometimes<br />
don’t eat <strong>as</strong> much, and the less<br />
you eat, the f<strong>as</strong>ter you get drunk.<br />
When I pointed this out to Packer,<br />
he cheerfully admitted that the<br />
concept of beer <strong>as</strong> food w<strong>as</strong> a<br />
great one.<br />
Then, Packer <strong>as</strong>ked me how many<br />
times I had ever seen him eat. I<br />
thought about it, and, you know<br />
what? I have never seen Packer<br />
eat, and he’s a fucking chef for a<br />
living. Then Packer <strong>as</strong>ked me how<br />
many times I’d seen him drink. I<br />
pointed out that I’d never not seen<br />
Packer drink. To which he simply<br />
replied, “C<strong>as</strong>e closed!”<br />
When I <strong>as</strong>ked Packer how old<br />
he w<strong>as</strong> when he had his first<br />
beer, he got a puzzled look on<br />
his face and said he didn’t know.<br />
Then mumbled about a time he<br />
remembered when he w<strong>as</strong> 13 and<br />
found a bottle of champagne. The<br />
more I think about it now, though,<br />
<strong>as</strong>king Packer when he drank his<br />
first beer is like <strong>as</strong>king a normal<br />
person if they can remember the<br />
first time they tied their shoes.<br />
Another neat-o fact about Packer<br />
is that he h<strong>as</strong> never been to an AA<br />
meeting, but he h<strong>as</strong> been invited.<br />
I’d imagine if he ever went, all<br />
ofthe alcoholics in the room would<br />
be severely jealous over how<br />
drunk Packer is and how happy<br />
he is. To me, that’s the difference<br />
between an alcoholic and a drunk:<br />
Alcoholics know they have a<br />
problem—drunks just ignore it.<br />
I <strong>as</strong>ked Packer if he h<strong>as</strong> any<br />
drunks he looks up to. He said,<br />
“The mirror.” C<strong>as</strong>e closed.<br />
Rob Packer wins first place<br />
in Mike Brown’s heart when it<br />
comes to local drunks.<br />
trust-funded meth-head alcoholic.<br />
If only we could all be so lucky.<br />
Sweet Pete looks like Uncle<br />
Fester and h<strong>as</strong> the noticeable<br />
meth twitch, which he makes no<br />
attempts to hide.<br />
Sweet Pete lived in Salt Lake for<br />
two weeks. He came out here to<br />
snowboard, but went to a bar,<br />
which I shall not name, and w<strong>as</strong><br />
drinking liquor at such a rapid rate<br />
Illustration: Sean Hennefer<br />
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