the man walked me to my car very early
one recent morning. for all we know, he
saved my life. (you know what they say
about saving someone's life right? now
he's like responsible for me or
something... which is good because I
haven't been doing such a good job of
it - so, whatever I've done? now we can
blame him.)
Dear Friends-
Nick puts the "mass" in Masshole
USA. He might look all rainbow and
shit, but look behind the leprachaun
at the end and you'll find Nick
drinking from a brown paper bag.
Don't let the ankle tracking braclet
scare you, this mate's got a heart of
gold and the teeth to match. He is
constantly fighting the law and
himself in order to bring you the
sweet nectar of his music. To hear
his enchanting melodies is to travel
through time where language
becomes instinct and guitar
becomes a sound relay optimator.
Seeing nick over this last weekend i
was reminded of how sweet life is:
From the peaks of mountaintops the
air is scant, true, and, if unused to it,
we begin at once to fret over the
thinness of the heights and we lose
sight of the vast majestic view before
us . Given the plethora of beauty
around me now, namely, those
young men and women who daily
reaffirm the "joie de vivre" inhereted
as birthright to all freethinkers
unfettered by societal restraint and
who demand their personal liberty
(and by personal i include the
consciousness of the superior will to
express itself untempered by self
doubt) in the presence of such
abundance it would be easy to
become accustomed to it, to lose its
import, as a flower's blossom is lost
in a verdant meadow and the
inherent marvel of its creation is
reflected on but generally so. Nick is
the flower on the mountaintop which,
upon seeing, one is reminded of the
meadow below and so we bear
witness to the beauty we have
always known about, but seen at
new heights, are challenged and
though short of breath, are given the
model from which we learn to breath
even more profoundly.
I am not saying Nick (excuse me, Neek)
isn't 34, but I don't know what the
hell he is talking about when he refers
to "meeting" me in college 15 years ago
and something about a bunkbed. 15
years ago, "Neek" was asking me advice
on how to maximize his Social Security
benefits over a cup of hot Metamucil
and checkers in Washington Square Park
while his blind poodle chewed on his
afghan robe. But really, "Neek" could
you please stop embarrassing yourself
with your favorite music listings...
and put down the Andy Williams truth.
The last time you listened to 50 cent
it was jingling in the bottom of your
outstretched tin can with the
label "Will Dance for Dentures" on it.
34!?! Hah. 34, Wow! You got some stones
for a guy who thinks Viagra is for kids.
A direct descendant of Vlad the
Impaler, he has channeled that
bloodlust into becoming the best
guitarist you know. An SF icon and
oclast; underneath the rocking
poseur facade is one real nice
funnyass guy who has suffered with
the Red Sox nation longer than me,
so I know he can bear pain with the
finest
Neek has to be the best date in town.
Ladies, if you haven't had the
pleasure of being escorted by Nick in
his fabulous van, then you are missing
out and you need to do something about
it. Can a guy be more sweet, talented,
intelligent, funny and loveable....I
don't think so. Not to
mention...totally stylie. From rock
star status to world's best companion,
he's fun for the whole family. He's
the type of guy you just want to hug
and never let go. Nick is guaranteed
fun no matter how much he has showered.
nick here is the type of guy that could
start dating your ex and you would
still love him to death and back. he's
cooler than a frigidaire, classic as a
69' camaro, and sweeter than dulce de
leche. Ask him to play "run to the
hills" for me.
one recent morning. for all we know, he
saved my life. (you know what they say
about saving someone's life right? now
he's like responsible for me or
something... which is good because I
haven't been doing such a good job of
it - so, whatever I've done? now we can
blame him.)
hair while i puked out of the taxi.
Thanks Bro.
Nick puts the "mass" in Masshole
USA. He might look all rainbow and
shit, but look behind the leprachaun
at the end and you'll find Nick
drinking from a brown paper bag.
Don't let the ankle tracking braclet
scare you, this mate's got a heart of
gold and the teeth to match. He is
constantly fighting the law and
himself in order to bring you the
sweet nectar of his music. To hear
his enchanting melodies is to travel
through time where language
becomes instinct and guitar
becomes a sound relay optimator.
was reminded of how sweet life is:
From the peaks of mountaintops the
air is scant, true, and, if unused to it,
we begin at once to fret over the
thinness of the heights and we lose
sight of the vast majestic view before
us . Given the plethora of beauty
around me now, namely, those
young men and women who daily
reaffirm the "joie de vivre" inhereted
as birthright to all freethinkers
unfettered by societal restraint and
who demand their personal liberty
(and by personal i include the
consciousness of the superior will to
express itself untempered by self
doubt) in the presence of such
abundance it would be easy to
become accustomed to it, to lose its
import, as a flower's blossom is lost
in a verdant meadow and the
inherent marvel of its creation is
reflected on but generally so. Nick is
the flower on the mountaintop which,
upon seeing, one is reminded of the
meadow below and so we bear
witness to the beauty we have
always known about, but seen at
new heights, are challenged and
though short of breath, are given the
model from which we learn to breath
even more profoundly.
isn't 34, but I don't know what the
hell he is talking about when he refers
to "meeting" me in college 15 years ago
and something about a bunkbed. 15
years ago, "Neek" was asking me advice
on how to maximize his Social Security
benefits over a cup of hot Metamucil
and checkers in Washington Square Park
while his blind poodle chewed on his
afghan robe. But really, "Neek" could
you please stop embarrassing yourself
with your favorite music listings...
and put down the Andy Williams truth.
The last time you listened to 50 cent
it was jingling in the bottom of your
outstretched tin can with the
label "Will Dance for Dentures" on it.
34!?! Hah. 34, Wow! You got some stones
for a guy who thinks Viagra is for kids.
Impaler, he has channeled that
bloodlust into becoming the best
guitarist you know. An SF icon and
oclast; underneath the rocking
poseur facade is one real nice
funnyass guy who has suffered with
the Red Sox nation longer than me,
so I know he can bear pain with the
finest
Ladies, if you haven't had the
pleasure of being escorted by Nick in
his fabulous van, then you are missing
out and you need to do something about
it. Can a guy be more sweet, talented,
intelligent, funny and loveable....I
don't think so. Not to
mention...totally stylie. From rock
star status to world's best companion,
he's fun for the whole family. He's
the type of guy you just want to hug
and never let go. Nick is guaranteed
fun no matter how much he has showered.
start dating your ex and you would
still love him to death and back. he's
cooler than a frigidaire, classic as a
69' camaro, and sweeter than dulce de
leche. Ask him to play "run to the
hills" for me.
rock star...except for the regular
showering. But with a big black van,
who could complain?