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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
Flushing, Queens
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Company:
are cartels companies?
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Joe's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1383601
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Other education:
The Dirty blvd, dig? Got to get my taste.
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Occupation:
addict
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Affiliations:
NA, people willing to allow me to dole out sexual favors for that sweet, sweet china white
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What I enjoy doing:
heroin is number one, everything else is number two.
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Favorite Books:
The Long Goodbye, How to do your mom, This Is Orson Welles, Who THe Devil Made it, Red Harvest, The Hot Rock, "This Man, This Monster!"(FF51)
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Favorite Movies:
The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, Sweet Smell of Sucess, Citizen Kane, The Third Man, My Favorite Year, Rio Bravo, Gidorah the Three Headed Monster(aka Godzilla vs Gidorah), Crippled Avengers, To have and Have Not, The Steel Helmet, Rear Window, Dune
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Favorite Music:
Elvis, Sinatra, Devo, the Clash, Hermans hermits, the Zombies, the Pixies, the velvet underground, Django Reinhart, The Kinks, Iggy and the Stooges, THe Dead Milkmen, Stan Freeburg, Dean Martin, Man or Astroman, boris the sprinkler, your moms greatest hits
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Favorite TV Shows:
Dick Van Dyke Show, Jonny Quest, Lost In Space, Daily Show, Futurama, Space Ghost(both in real life and in his talk show form), Batman, Curb Your Enthusiasm
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About Me:
What is there really to say about a man, even an
exceptional man like myself? I could reminisce about my
arctic expeditions, my help with the polio vacine, the hand
i had in the internal combustion engine, my time in the
Mexican Revolution, My meetings with Von Himmler regarding
the Hitler Assasination, gun running for the IRA or my self
realization time at the Shaolin Temple in the Hung
province. Perhaps Papa Hemingway was right when he
described me as the worlds greatest adventurer, or perhaps
the burbon was making him particularly kindhearted that
night in Spain. Oh well, memories..
But does experience really make the man? If so, whose to
say the years i toiled away in a comic book store are or
aren't any more valid than my time with the East Egg crowd?
Despite whatever wisdom i may or may not have acquired, i
couldn't possibly think of words to define myself, except
maybe "why yes, I would like more liquor".
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Who I Want to Meet:
I'm waiting for the man. Oh sweet jesus, I got the shakes something fierce. I need to go St. George, chase some dragons, dig?
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Unfortunately today isn't much different. Most Westerners don't know much about them. There are even stories that Mazels are descended from monsters or demons, but only a baby would believe that. Mazels came from vaginas, just like everybody else.
me being black out drunk. I was stranded in
SF and I needed a "safe place". I called Joes
phone, rang his doorbell and yelled up to
his apartment. When no one answered I
kicked the front gate, and pounded on the
door. I "hulked out" until Joes neighbor
threatened to call the cops. I told him to
mind his own business and in a rage I
smashed my phone. I jumped a barbed-
wire fence across the street and hid in an
abandoned lot. Turns out I had been ringing
Joes neighbors bell the whole time (i guess
it was his business after all) and joe and his
roomates were out of town anyway. I
apologized profusely and groveled
excessively. Things have smoothed over
and now I'm in their good graces. See, I'm
not such a bad guy.
universes, Mr. Mazel.
You Pretty Things..." is that about the X-Men
or what? I mean, everybody dig's
McCartney's "Magneto and Titanium Man"
and everything, right, but who the fuck's
Titanium Man? Do you know if ELO or
somebody like that has ever done a song
about the Bottle City of Kandor or Mr.
Mxyzptlk or Wolverine? You KNOW that
would hella rock!
some reason I can't stop thinking of
the song "Brandy: You're a Fine Girl"
ever since then. I hope Joe returns to
NYC sometime soon and slaps some sense
into me.
fifteen minutes after i met him we had
worked our way from the genius of rod
argent to the long lost hits of vaudeville. i
said, "i'd like to put together a vaudeville
show someday". he immediately belts out
'lydia the tattooed lady', and then launches
right into a Marx brothers routine with the
guy sitting next to him. fucking awesome.
'Everybody Says I love you' Joe, so 'Hey,
Hey, Buddy take a whiff on me'