Eric is a self-centered, crass individual with a strong desire to retain the youthful habits and demeanor that are inherent in his appearance. When not exercising his astonishing ability to be an unwavering asshole, Eric likes to spend his time reading books that are vastly superior to anything read by the general "hooked-on-phonics" populace, driving his car with abilities far beyond those of most mundane folk, traveling to destinations less commonplace than Tijuana or other such locales that might be considered exotic by less-refined people, such as "Walmart", and lording over his monumental lessers at Club3G or SoCal-DSM.

Eric can often be found lounging around bookstores and cafes in the Southern California area, or Road Race Engineering in Santa Fe Springs, where he pretends to be a mechanic in a vain[glorious] attempt at regaining even a thimbleful of the masculinity that continuously leaches out of and away from his person. When asked to comment on his racial and physical napoleonics, Eric aggrandized, "I can't believe you need me to explain this to you. It might help if you set down your "Simply Soda" for a second, borrow a nickel, buy a pencil and take some notes. You do know how to write, right?"

Eric is reported to have friends.