Steve Braunias: The man who ate Lincoln Rd toasts his brother

I sat outside in the garden bar at Bar 159 and raised my glass of Lion Red. It glowed in the weak afternoon sunlight.

He was very thin and he always wore his hair long. He was bearded, and favoured dark clothes. He liked a beer but he practised a balanced diet: he also liked to smoke.

I got cold, and moved inside the bar. There was a giant screen switched to a music channel.