A very few times in my life were interupted by “Bunkards”. When I was a young boy in New York I encountered illogical outbursts on the streets. These were alcohol fueled and were present in men and women. It was uncomfortable being in the presence of ugly unruliness. My natural distaste for alcohol was enhanced a thousandfold by the self-centered, uncontrolled, anti social, and potentially dangerous behaviour of the “Bunkard” personality. The dramatic events which may occur during the time of eruptions leave lasting impressions of helplessness, and hopelessness. I chose my friends carefully and my life has been filled with peace. I would like to be able to thank someone for all the great times I’ve had without “bunkards”. Long live the good life!!