Almost forgot about the "swing and a miss" encounter that I had with who I thought, at the time, to be seven. This occurred after my delicious Pork Chop dinner and before I got kicked out for fighting 'Bear. Sometime in between then I went from Central Station to Station to grab a drink at the bar, saw who I thought to be seven (similar hair color, build, face etc.) I go up... "Seven! where the ..." ready to put my arm around the dude. He's sitting in seven's usual spot as well. Anyway, wasn't seven and the guy just looked at me awkwardly for a few seconds before I slunk away like an idiot.
Btw, wtf were you seven?