Josh knows how to take the art over
which you have slaved in the hot fires
of inspiration, cut it to ribbons with
a keennness of insight that will dazzle
and pain you, and still make you want
to shower him with grateful kisses when
next you see him. And he is so, so
mafia.
Josh introduced me to the chip of the
month club, pretzel ice cream cones,
and misshapen Jelly Bellies. Plus he
taught me to make microwave popcorn
that tastes like it came from the stove
top. PRICELESS. Who cares if he has
questionable taste in music?
A life without Josh, is a life worth
very little, unless you found a bunch
of people with Josh-like qualities and
put them all together and pretended
they were him.
In the metaphysical sense, Josh and I
have known each other for eons. He is
the Gilbert to my Sullivan, the Watson
to my Crick, the Vroomfondel to my
Majikthise and so much more. Josh is
the kind of guy you want around when
things are going right (e.g. "Oh my
god, I won the Publishers Clearinghouse
Sweepstakes.....again!) or when they're
going wrong (e.g. "Oh my god, my
grandmother's on fire....again!)
Friends help you move, Josh will help
you move bodies - and if your
especially lucky, he'll even serenade
you with love songs whilst doing so.
From his resplendent black-jeweled
battle shorts to his rapier wit, Josh
is nothing short of amazing. He'll
most assuredly reach nirvana this
time round.
Ah, Epstein the fortunate. He was to
play the title role in
"Nemo!," my musical adaptation
of "20,000 Leagues Under
the Sea," but was fortunate enough to
be sick on opening
night when the 100-ton flyaway
Nautilus set broke loose
from its cables and crushed the entire
cast (including his
understudy) and the string section of
the orchestra.
Josh and I were in a show together in
middle school. It was called Turkey in
the Straw and it closed out of town.
Our youthful hopes and dreams dashed,
I blame Josh. But like he always says,
there's always a place for me at the
DQ.
dream, separate the sorrow and collect
up all the cream. But he's kind of
stuck-up about it.
which you have slaved in the hot fires
of inspiration, cut it to ribbons with
a keennness of insight that will dazzle
and pain you, and still make you want
to shower him with grateful kisses when
next you see him. And he is so, so
mafia.
month club, pretzel ice cream cones,
and misshapen Jelly Bellies. Plus he
taught me to make microwave popcorn
that tastes like it came from the stove
top. PRICELESS. Who cares if he has
questionable taste in music?
very little, unless you found a bunch
of people with Josh-like qualities and
put them all together and pretended
they were him.
have known each other for eons. He is
the Gilbert to my Sullivan, the Watson
to my Crick, the Vroomfondel to my
Majikthise and so much more. Josh is
the kind of guy you want around when
things are going right (e.g. "Oh my
god, I won the Publishers Clearinghouse
Sweepstakes.....again!) or when they're
going wrong (e.g. "Oh my god, my
grandmother's on fire....again!)
Friends help you move, Josh will help
you move bodies - and if your
especially lucky, he'll even serenade
you with love songs whilst doing so.
From his resplendent black-jeweled
battle shorts to his rapier wit, Josh
is nothing short of amazing. He'll
most assuredly reach nirvana this
time round.
play the title role in
"Nemo!," my musical adaptation
of "20,000 Leagues Under
the Sea," but was fortunate enough to
be sick on opening
night when the 100-ton flyaway
Nautilus set broke loose
from its cables and crushed the entire
cast (including his
understudy) and the string section of
the orchestra.
ago without any warning. I like him too
much to forgive him.
Also, he's the guy who introduced me to
the work of Tom Waits, so I owe him for
that.
middle school. It was called Turkey in
the Straw and it closed out of town.
Our youthful hopes and dreams dashed,
I blame Josh. But like he always says,
there's always a place for me at the
DQ.