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"I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a
career. I don't want to sell anything bought or..."
More about Bill
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Occupation:
* See About Me
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Hobbies and Interests:
Chewing Orbit Gum, Canada, Fernet Branca, Ampex MM1200's
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Favorite Books:
Galapagos, Slapstick, Barrel Fever, Birds of North America, anything in the short story & coffee table book genres/formats
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Favorite Movies:
The Craft, LOTR, Point Break, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
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Favorite Music:
Rock and Roll, Black Sabbath, Belle & Sebastian, The New Pornographers, The Shins, The Mountain Goats, Spoon, The Who, Elvis Costello, Elvis Presley, The Carrie Nations, Bob Dylan, Love, Cheap Trick, ELO, The Cars, Television, Tones on Tail
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Favorite TV Shows:
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, The Simpsons, NBA Action
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a
career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy
anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or
processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You
know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Hobbits, Wizards and Dwarves. Absolutely no trolls!
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Lounge maybe three years ago, and my
hearing is permenantly damaged. Bill
is an awsome guy, like Bo Diddley
says, I will ask Bill, "who do you
love?"
bastard. And he'll actually do you one
much better than dropping you off a
couple blocks from your house. As a
matter of fact, I had the distinct
pleasure this Halloween of discovering
just how much farther Bill really will
go for a person in need. I, rather
stupidly, had decided that tramping all
over San Francisco in heels that cut
into my toes was a good idea. Suffice it
to say, I was in pain, and by the end of
the night even the mass amounts of
alcohol coursing through my veins wasn't
keeping the pain away. Rather than watch
me suffer, Bill scooped me up in his
arms and carried me. That's right folks.
He actually swept me off of my feet. I
used have this little dream of finding
someone to stumble home hand in hand
with. And then along came Bill with his
giant beret and fake handlebar mustache
to blow that dream right out of the
water. Typical Bill really. Even better
than my dreams. Oui oui.
home when everyone else is to drunk to
do it, but then he'll drop you off 2
blocks down the hill from where you
live. But that's okay, because you'll be
like, oh that's cool, I guess he's
heading in a different direction from
here. But then you look up, and see that
he's driving up the hill and right past
your place leaving your sorry drunk ass
to stumble home all alone. Bill's a
bastard.
was spooky. Robert Smith spooky. Three
sheets to the wind and trembling, I
offered him a sloppy blowjob, but, to
his eternal credit, he politely
declined. Even when I promised not to
tweak his nipples. And because of
that, good people, I will never ever
steal anything from his mom's house.
What a pal.
regular guy, he's also a jet-setter
who pals around with all the stars.
Be it Huey Lewis, Jerry Garcia, Steve
Perry, Ron Jeremy or Pascal
Garneau he's always keepin' the
kinda company that makes the rest
of us writhe with jealousy. Might I ad
that this layed back Frenchman is a
writing and recording titan in his own
right. And to top it off, he once gave
me a Redd Foxx cassette!!!