My favorite tough guy doesn't meet anyone's definition of tough guy. But he is really tough.
He is 5'1", 110lbs, in his mid twenties. He is a drunk. He holds the record for the number of committments in jail. He has been locked up 53 times, to date. Usually he gets locked up on Public Drunkeness charges. He sleeps it off, and gets out the next day. He did a couple of longer stretches for Driving Under the Influence, till he lost his license. Now he walks every where, which is his problem. He can't help but go off at the sight of a squad car. Not good when he's walking home, in the middle of the road, late at night.
He has been banned from every bar in the county, except the local bowling lane. No one ever drinks at the bar, so he can't pick fights. And pick fights is what he does. It's funny, he can't fight. He doesn't fight. He just thrashes and struggles. But what a handfull.
Dragging him out of a squad car is like trying to stuff a cat in a box. Moving him to a cell is like dribbling a ball. Throw him down and he bounces back up. We have to lock him behind a glass door. And then he stands at the door, bouncing his head off the glass and yelling "bring it on". He keeps it up for hours, till he nods off.
In the morning, it's like nothing ever happened. He's just a typical knucklehead. It will catch up to him some day.