People that walk with their feet pointed sloppily outwards (like myself) are duck-footed. Others (and this is the category that athletes all seem to fall into) that point their feet in are called pigeon-toed.
He died today (well, not today: you know what I’m talking about; context clues, people.) Went down swinging on a speedball, high and inside. Reminds us of the second and third of Thoughts on the Dead’s Drug Rules: don’t mix your substances, and don’t do your drugs all at once.
(The first Drug Rule is that everything I say about anything illegal is purely historical in nature, while simultaneously being entirely farcical and really happening to some guy I know that isn’t me.)