Usually when I find a story about a stupid criminal doing something stupid for/while-drunk-on rum, it invariably involves Bacardi. But this time it seems Captain Morgan (and Captain Morgan Private Stock) served as this master criminal’s boozy muse:
So, do we respect him more or less? Private Stock isn’t exactly top shelf, but depending on the bar it might have been the best available. Perhaps we have a connoisseur on our hands?