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Interested In:
Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Oct 2003
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Hometown:
NYC
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Cary's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/2767179
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Other education:
disillusioned white men
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Occupation:
yes
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What I enjoy doing:
union suits
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Favorite Movies:
open city, rockers, little dieter needs to fly, 39 steps, soul in the hole, joe the king, education of s. carson, paths of glory, buffalo'66, his girl friday, touch of evil, hate...
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Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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Who I Want to Meet:
marley, kubrick, che, idi amin dada, jonah m, leonard
peltier, dan han, gil scott-heron, dieter dengler, fred
hampton, eldridge cleaver, nina simone...
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was magic, and there was music in the
air. No, seriously. Cary got all
nostalgic for what he slurred were " the
glory days of Vaudeville", and bloddied
his knuckles trying to extract "Charles"
from a paper hat. Who or what this
"Charles" was, I'll never know, but
maybe he had something to do with this
cat about whom Cary kept singing.
Evidently, this cat is a Spaniard who
enjoys rooftops, but has issues with
equilibrium. I watched raptly as Cary
crooned into the dark night, his eyes
moist, voice tremulous with emotion,
and I thought about how much I'd miss
New York, and how little a plantain chip
tastes like a banana. Mr. Stuart really
knows his shit when it comes to showing
a girl a good time.
trading, Cary and I went to have a few drinks at
Bond Street with some of our Goldman Sachs
buddies. We pounded a few Johnnie Walker
Blacks and Diet Cokes and then looked around for
some chippies to dose with rohypnol and take
back to our BMWs. What we didn't count on was
meeting Lola. She was everything we always
wanted in a woman: blond, vacuous, and
completely ignorant of global politics. We took her
to Cary's east side penthouse and prepared to get
wild. Sixteen hours later we woke up nude and
shackled to the entrance of the holland tunnel, a
burly fireman clamping the jaws of life in order to
break us free. The firemen mocked and pointed at
us as did the chartered bus from the Newark
School for the Criminally Deaf. If you've never
heard a chorus of three dozen deaf children's
maiacal laughter, let me tell you it's something
one doesn't soon forget. Let's do try and forget,
Cary. Forget it all. I already sold my beemer.
broke the mold. He is one unique film-
making (kind of), video-game mastering
(definitely), trend-setting ladies
man, with a flare for the original and
an uncanny ability to see only the
brightest side of life. And buckshot,
I'm still sorry about hurling that log.
white man can jump!!!!
on Ritalin and cough syrup, getting
dirty in the lower east side with two
Mexican child models. One of them had
an enormously large scrotum that Cary
was laughing at, referring to it as
a "large swallow's nest with a baby's
pinky hanging out of it." I laughed
til I peed because I knew that the next
morning the two kids would wake up with
bowel infections and chafed dreams.
Pobracitos.
the other day. Everyone was smiling
nicely and then there was Cary. Down
front with this hippistastic hair
cheesin' hard for the camera as though
he had a red kool-aid packet stashed for
recess!! Yeah he's one you keep for
life. Word!
unbeknownst to him, was present at a
turning point in my life. Though I
haven't seen him in at least ten years,
I'm sure that he's still the funny,
quirky, quick and slightly dark kid I
remember. Plus, I owe him a bit on the
ass.
elementary school: Cary or Felipe... But
none of you have bragging rights like
I do, since I got kicked out in
seventh grade for weapons possession
and assault. HA!