My Friend Binky

This is my friend Ian. Most people call him Binky. Ian does a lot of off-roading, he crashes a lot; he has had intimate contact with many of the larger trees in South Western Quebec. Ian answers his door mostly naked with a high powered rifle in hand, "just in case" he says. Ian has had an ongoing battle with a family of skunks that have taken up residency under his house. Neighbours are frightened of witnessing him during his midnight rifle weilding rantings, clad in nothing more than rubber boots. Ian "moved" out of the city a couple years ago before he hurt someone, as he put it. I think there were also a few restraining orders involved in his decision to relocate. Ian now has adopted a primitive lifestyle in the country; in his house there is only partial plumbing, but that doesn't matter because there is no water source at this time. For purposes of elimination, Ian has a five gallon pail installed in a fisher-price play house in his back yard; this is something else the neighbours talk about. Ian's house is also missing a few walls, some of the floors and most of the downstairs ceiling. He sleeps on a pile of fiberglass upstairs. His playstation and TV work.