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cryptic.
that reveal themselves in opportune
ways.
KARATE!
i think i met adam in the 9th grade,
when he used to wear a technicolored
wool hat, worship the jesus lizard, and
rock out in a band called the
unemployed. in 10th grade he traded me
his mission of burma Versus LP for a
some dumb straightedge record--most
likely the first and last time someone
got the better of this savvy music geek
in a record swap.
confirm that Adam Michaels is a friend o'
mine. Are you goddamn kidding - of course
he is. Adam is my d-a-w-g dogg. Even
though he is no longer studying Gungfu
beneath my watchful eye at Shaolin Temple,
as in the days of old, Adam continues to
follow the righteous brothers' path and rock
the good shit on his stereo.
Fuck'n Right On.
a good friend. Hell of a designer, a
bigshot out in Nooo-Yorrrk-Sittty.
Mega talent. In fact, I'm proud to have
one of his silkscreened posters
hanging in my room; it's the last thing
I see as I fall asleep at night. Does it
get any more poignant?
his victims then uses his summer "bod" to
close the deal and charges the "pipe".
he's all straight-laced in his graphic design
minimalism-- but he has a mega tattoo-- on
his bulging bicep!