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Schools (Other):
Can't read, can't write, Kent State
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College/University:
Kent State University, Attended 1992 - 1996, Class of 1996, Other, Art English and Booze
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Occupation:
Musician
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Hobbies and Interests:
surfing, skating, learning, The New Fidelity (thenewfidelity.com)
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Favorite Books:
Deadeye Dick, Ishmael, The Story of B, Jitterbug Perfume, Software and Auto Manuals, Modern Recording Techniques, Dharma Bums
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Favorite Movies:
The Indian Runner, Heathers, The 5th Element, Drugstore Cowboy, Rumble Fish, LA Confidential
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Favorite Music:
Delgados, Buzzcocks, Paul Weller and the Jam, The Who, Negative Approach, Stone Roses
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Favorite TV Shows:
House, Antiques Roadshow, LA Car Chases
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About Me:
modular
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Who I Want to Meet:
my maker.
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entire weekend. That means Billy is in
the Malone fold. Because Dave Malone
only calls you an "asshole" if he
thinks your worthy of the attention.
Otherwise, he'd just let you be. He
tells us to "get out of his life" all
the time and makes up words
like "slamhead" because he really loves
us. Obviously, Billy amused my Dad
enough to inspire a few days' worth of
abuse. And it gave Shawn a respite from
attack. Way to go, Billy.
was 'bout 16- back when we both had
terrible judgement in friends and hung
out with a bunch of guys who were
basically punk versions of Matthew
McCaunaghey's old stoner character
in "Dazed and Confused". That neither
of us is in prison is a testament to
our sound moral characher...ahem. And,
Billy, I have too called you just
plain "Billy" but I would never stoop
to the domestic, "Bill". I snuck in
the back door of the old Empire with
Billy many, many times. Yours in
Cleveland SCUMness, -"Jene", of the
song everyone knows all the words to
but me.
you read some manual that backs
him up. It sounds as if he's making it
up as he goes along,all of a sudden
you're eating roasted crow, blurrily
skidding down Mission St. into an
intersection. Someone cries in the
backseat. Someone else offers to
drive. I can't remember the rest, but I
think we all died.
chilly pilly, but his funky punky
chillage is just starting to spillage
Onto the floor of life, as he fights
the big fight, and debates the means
of meaning and corrupts the mighty
green pipe.