Back in like 96 or 97 I was like 21 still living in my hometown of Gilroy. Was "The Gilroy Garlic Festival" weekend and me and some of my bros decided to get 2 kegs and have a pre-party at my moms house at 8am the morning of the festival. So we're pulling in to my moms about to unload the kegs and who do we see some dude running around like a wild animal at the end of the block. Upon closer look, we realized that it was none other than Drunken Duncan, shirtless, shoeless, somewhat delirious and as it turns out... fresh out of jail (for the night). None of us had seen him in a few years because he was away at college at the time so we didn't recognize him at first. We just started saying, "holy shit, that guy's off his shit". Then one of the guys is like, "Is that Duncan? It is, it is...!" We yelled for him and he heard us and turned his head sharp and wild eyed as if offended and ready to fight or something. Then he let out into a full on sprint from all the way down the block to us. We were already laughing like crazy. He get's to us and is like, "What the fuck, pour me a beer!" So we all got started, finished the 2 kegs by like 10, made our way over to the festival and were there for about 15 minutes before Duncan got kicked out and arrested (again). The rest is basically "to be continued" every time you see him.
