He is probably drunk cooking or hitch hiking or befriending a street dog or starting a party or breathing fire or cracking a coconut with his bare hands or on a motorcycle or in a treehouse or with a princess or under a moon rainbow or on a volcano on an island looking at another volcano watching a flaming sunset as he brushes his single beaded dread behind his ear and asserts, with complete earnest, that happiness can be quantified by the amount of silhouetted palm trees one sees in a lifetime.
He is always in Elsewhereland. Happy Birthday🌟