His knuckles were like tiny, bald cartoon characters and his brain was sorta' like Irish oatmeal. He wore jackets from Milan and guzzled Tattinger from a paper cup. Paper. Not plastic. He was nothing if not authentic.
He wasn't a hero without challenges. He could have started his own "Me, Too" movement.
He put truth above showbiz, though, and it cost him dearly- just not in ways that mattered.