Stout Willie, Count of Bohemia

I got an "A" for the picture:
Stout Willie bounding through the jap garden
grinning like an elephant in a bannana plantation
both Doc Martens a foot in the air
his greasy black hair floating amid yellow Biloba leaves
his pot belly showing through a plain, baggy white shirt

At one point he was a student of medieval history
but by the summer of 2002
my sophomore year at SOU
he was a "D" shadow
slinking along the greasy road of American academia.
most times would gladly amble, ID in wallet,
to the mini-market for couple cider's consideration

He had a kind voice
and ears that would ramble with a pal's troubles
over heaping plates of mongolian noodles with veggies

to speak honest truth
he was a veteran of deviancy
did every drug in the book and none was new to him.
infernal, colossal hoops hung from his ears;
said 'd slept with chicks of ten races
and I buy it

one time, or maybe a fusion of a few,
he started the night with a round of vomitting
lit a fine cigarette
and took off to a janitor's party in the school's soundproof dance room
where we downed salt, lime, and tequilla
and a bohemian crowd danced while he spun the DJ's throne

another time we went to Titus Andronicus;
the actors had rad Roman costumes
and the moor was a hell of an actor
(though doing his race a small disservice perhaps.)
both us had a hell of a time

Where has the "cosmic" wind blown Willie?
years ago heard he was driving something in Portland, OR.
It's likely he's mostly bones in a baggy tuxedoe...
I hope not, jing jing