Goodman

...or was it Badman? I really can't remember. The name is not that important, though. What's important is the way he would stare at all those people coming into the bar. He'd raise his eyebrows, develop a smirk and get ready to curse somebody in the name of the Revolution. More often than not, that 'somebody' would be me, the way too patient nobody. God, I hate that man.