Reminds me of my great-grandfather. Guy smoked a pipe and drank two shots of whiskey every day (he would say, with his thick Serbian accent: "one in the morning to start the motors, and one at night to stop.") Lived to be 95 years old.
Myself....I'm just happy if I make it to the weekend.
Edit: On a side note, the guy was a machinist at the Elizabeth, NJ Singer Sewing machine factory for very long time. During WWII the he went from making sewing machines to making 1911 pattern handguns....quite the change for the old guy.