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"That's me in Vienna, rolling a cigarette on the bench outside "flex",
otherwise, that's me in LA with (from left to..."
More about Justin
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Occupation:
token booth clerk
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Hobbies and Interests:
Arnold Palmer half & halfs, PayLess Shoe Lover's sales, fancy computer components with blinking lights
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Favorite Books:
Psychosexual Infantalism, How To Start Your Own Small Country, any Elmore Leonard
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Favorite Movies:
To Be and To Have is the last good one I've seen
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Favorite Music:
John Forte lately, especially the last track "reunion"
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Favorite TV Shows:
Whatever has decent reception, usually channel 7. But I love the UPN9 lineup!
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About Me:
That's me in Vienna, rolling a cigarette on the bench outside "flex",
otherwise, that's me in LA with (from left to
right) Anand, PNew, and two guys we met in a parking lot after the
bars had closed. The crazed looking one wearing a fisherman's
cap is the inventor of the art tern "ghetto expressionism." True.
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Who I Want to Meet:
untortured geniuses, an elegant girl not afriad to eat at Punjabi's
on Houston, someone who knows how to get OS10 working on my
mac, anyone in a bike gang who has a spare bike, a non-
alcoholic beer afficianato
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ingests a lot more malic acid,
potassium sorbate, and cultured
dextrose than he thinks he does!
of ass. Just kidding, maybe, really I
dunno. So much to say (this kid's tha
shit, and I lived with him for years),
so I'll give it a bit of random focus.
Storytime: Once a long long time ago, in
a far-off land called Texas, a fierce
war was waged over that penultimate of
all human concerns: male circumcision.
Another way of saying this is that
people argued about dicks in public, and
a fellow named Dan was most
enthusiastic. To anyone and everyone he
would wave the anti-circumcision flag,
extolling the virtues of uncut manhood.
Most cringed at Dan's incessant
rantings, with the exception of our
sweet Justin. Justin, you see, is
intellectually brave, and something
stupid like tact doesn't get in the way
of bravery. Like most sane people, he
knew the dirty truth of smegma and
sheath infection, but only Justin dared
to confront Dan in a duel, of sorts. A
debate. An actual debate, staged with
time limits for each person to press the
pros or cons of cutting one's dick skin
off, with rebuttals and whatnot. And get
this: people attended! At least twenty
or so actually made time out of their
day to watch the circumcision debate.
Wierd. I was there, and it wasn't close;
Dan arrived uber-confident but utterly
unready for the sheer depth of
preparation that Justin brought to the
table. And to this day, I still feel
justified in having my dick skin cut. So
here's a belated "thank you", Justin,
from all of us.
pass himself off as Joe Millionnaire to the
MTV TRL crowd. RIght now there are a
bunch of girls out there sleeping with
Justin's autograph under their pillows,
thinking he's the guy who modeled the
speedos for the gay porn catalogues.
Before his pseudo-celebrity impersonating
gig, Justin made films -- and you've got to be
impressed by a guy who will make a film
about blue balls.
Mafia Justin helped me lay low in
Boston with his pals. I really
appreciated that. This guy is like
family I watched him grow up. You fuck
with him, think vendetta.
went to Nuevo Laredo and...oh, wait,
that wasn't him. He does have magic
powers, though! Once we went to
Montreal and almost saw a mechanical
vagina, later we snuck into a South
Asian dance party and he threw his
joint across the parking lot.
Apparently he had trained it, since it
was stuck to the wall waiting for us
when we came out later. Fucking
amazing!
twenty-two years. Over that period of
time he's turned from a gawky, dorky
six year-old into a fine journalist,
an award-winning documentary
filmmaker, and a handsome charmer,
with the ability to hold court on a
myriad of subjects. All the while,
he's kept that remarkable, and
refreshing, ability to act like he's
six. Never grow up, young Justin.
Embrace your inner dork.