then again , jake - with his motorcycle boots , his bike , his beat up pickup , his old t-shirts that fit way too well , his faded jeans that fit better , his dark brown , longish , unruly hair , his silvery gray eyes that told a million stories without giving away a thing , his capacity to drink beer , down shots , eat hearty , howl at the moon and kiss so hard it was like he knew it was the last moment for every being on earth and he was going to make the most of it - was wild .