Odds with no ends in I'm someone who lives barely outside the lines

Foggy grey today. Cool. On and off rain. I had a boss once that was missing half his right hand from a little cherry-bomb incident when he was a kid. When you'd shake him hello, it would be just his ring and little fingers you'd be holding. He would chastise our delivery guy named Brian for never shaving. Or irregularly shaving. "Do you like shaving daily?" Brian asked the boss. "No." "Neither do I." Supposedly Brian smoked hash with some band members of REO Speedwagon (band popular starting in the early 70s). From where we live in this rural area, he would've had to travel several hours to see them in Chicago. Over the time I knew him, Brian made claim to other things.