Good grief, he could write a book, what a life.He didn't sell drugs the same as he never punched a German copper, or owns a Desert Eagle in a safe in Switzerland, or is a master framer and picture restorer, or find and start using a long forgotton shade of yellow, or held a world record for sprinting, or was an acclaimed gymnast that used his skills to carry large hods of bricks up a scaffold without ladders, or walked freely and frequently between East and West Berlin with just a casual nod to the guards, or has published a book, or had members of his family shot by the Security Forces in NI, not even twice, or had any involvement in OP CORPORATE in any way whatsoever, or was a medic in the army, or was a weapons instructor. Every single one of his stories is just that, a story, full of innacuracies and bullshit.
Trials and FIBulations of an Irishman.*
*Not really an Irishman*
*Not exactly known where he was born or indeed bred, best synopsis is a laboratory experiment gone wrong.