I smoke the occasional cigar, drink scotch straight, play sports, stand up for myself, don't count calories, forget shit my wife asks me to do, pay the mortgage, fix my cars, say fuck a lot, shave with clippers instead of a razor, read everything Hemingway ever wrote...I could go on but I'm going to go do some push ups.
I find small dead animals and eat them. I don't know where they come from, but some weirdo keeps shitting on them.
That's probably prety tame too. There are some serious pockets of humanity out there, as Bill Hicks once said.
Grow a beard, put on flannel and walk around the city with my iPhone sipping latte with clean workboots on.