Matt is a funny fashion guru (see above tie). That is to say, he is funny, and fashionable, or perhaps he is a guru of humorous fashions. Maybe you better not read too much into it.
Hi, it's me, Matt Y again. Things have been really fucked since I got back from Iraq. My hand is trembling as I write this, I've been so afraid to put down what's been going on, as if by writing it I acknowedge its truth and call forth the hot dog circus demons by name, assuring their existance. But I need to start the long road back to some kind of normal existance, step by step, and hopefully this is the beginning of that path back, and not a digression into an inevitable circus hotdog fed chaos.
We were about 10 Klicks from Bagdhad when the shit went down, a bunch of bright lights, Frankie thought they were flares, but we found out later it was a chemical attack. Retardo-ass-suck-Circus-gas, Al-Queda calls it, specifically designed to make you start acting like a mentally retarded carnie hot-dog stand attendant at a travelling circus.
Most of the boys got just a whiff, and started mumbling about gettin' yer fresh made weiners, but one of the cannisters, it bopped righ
Matt is one hell of an upstanding
individual. Though he fashions himself
a uber-rational technocrat, he is a
humanist with a soft heart beneath his
Objectivist venier. He's got style and
a great smile. And he's a fucking idiot.
I'd like to retract my previous
statement that Matt is made entirely
of cheese. He is, in fact, comprised
entirely of candy (Pez to be
precise). I apologize for any
confusion.
AUGUST 27--You would be hard-pressed to
find a more disturbing picture of a
mother gone wild than the below
criminal complaint filed this month
against Matthew Yeager, a 26-year-old
Pennsylvania woman. Seems that a drunk
and drugged-up Yeager tried to throw
his teenage son a lewd birthday party
at a local hotel, where he offered the
boy and some of the teen's friends beer
and drugs, tried to perform a
striptease, and asked to be spanked.
Johnson allegedly exposed himself at
one point, licked the faces of some
boys, and, according to the
teens, "kept trying to touch them in
their pants." Johnson has been charged
with an assortment of crimes, including
indecent exposure, corruption of
minors, and reckless endangerment
NOVEMBER 4--Meet Matthew Yeager. This
26-year-old Louisiana man may be the
country's oldest pot dealer. According
to New Orleans police, Yeager was
selling drugs out of her Crescent City
home when they raided the place
yesterday, seizing about 200 joints,
two ounces of marijuana, and two guns,
one of which was stolen. The
septuagenarian was booked into the
Orleans Parish Jail pending a bond
hearing.
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OCTOBER 27--Five years into a life
sentence, Matt Yeager is proving to be
a model prisoner at the
country's "supermax" federal
penitentiary. He keeps a tidy cell, has
a clean conduct record, and maintains
a "positive rapport" with staff.
But the Yeager's stay behind bars is
not without its frustrations, including
noisy neighbors, commissary miscues,
and mail problems galore for a man who
once relied on the U.S. Postal Service
to deliver his deadly packages.
Bureau of Prisons documents obtained by
The Smoking Gun offer the first glimpse
at Kaczynski's life in the federal
lockup in Florence, Colorado, where his
fellow inmates include shoe bomber
Richard Reid, Latin Kings boss Luis
Felipe, and terrorists like Ramzi
Yousef and Sheik Omar Abdel-Rahman.
MATT YEAGER's routine is filled with
the kind of banalities that leave a guy
obsessing about the small things, from
a balky faucet to getting shorted eight
ounces of milk.
Matt is also vexed by Florence's mail
system, which never seems to pick up
his outgoing parcels in a timely
fashion, loses mail addressed to him,
and delivers items meant for other
prisoners. At the conclusion of one
four-page memo to Florence's warden,
MATT YEAGER helpfully included a neatly
rendered drawing showing how inmates
are supposed to leave items for
mailroom staff (see image above).
I drove to cali with this kid in '96.
Couldn't ask to be stuck in a car for
3000 miles with anyone better. He's
got an incredible sense of humor. I'm
particularly drawn to the spastic way
in which his mind works. He's a mean
drunk and makes one hell of wax mold
hand candle. (it'll be alright buddy,
it'll be alright)
I met Matt through an underground
experimental theater group he was
mostly in charge of at Penn State
University. I was struck by the genius
of both his writing and acting. Not
only have I met some of the most
intersting characters that have ever
walked across the stage of my life
through matt, I have had the pleasure
of introducing him to some of the
weirdest he's known. I can honestly say
that Matt Yaeger has been a positive
force at every turn I've encountered
him, whatever the play.
Also, his harp playing is world class.
Also, he speaks for the ineffable bugs.
He also knows their unknowable ways. If
you're not sure what I mean, ask him.
He knows.
Hi, it's me, Matt Y again. Things have been really fucked since I got back from Iraq. My hand is trembling as I write this, I've been so afraid to put down what's been going on, as if by writing it I acknowedge its truth and call forth the hot dog circus demons by name, assuring their existance. But I need to start the long road back to some kind of normal existance, step by step, and hopefully this is the beginning of that path back, and not a digression into an inevitable circus hotdog fed chaos.
We were about 10 Klicks from Bagdhad when the shit went down, a bunch of bright lights, Frankie thought they were flares, but we found out later it was a chemical attack. Retardo-ass-suck-Circus-gas, Al-Queda calls it, specifically designed to make you start acting like a mentally retarded carnie hot-dog stand attendant at a travelling circus.
Most of the boys got just a whiff, and started mumbling about gettin' yer fresh made weiners, but one of the cannisters, it bopped righ
individual. Though he fashions himself
a uber-rational technocrat, he is a
humanist with a soft heart beneath his
Objectivist venier. He's got style and
a great smile. And he's a fucking idiot.
statement that Matt is made entirely
of cheese. He is, in fact, comprised
entirely of candy (Pez to be
precise). I apologize for any
confusion.
he is the "Bees' Knee's"
find a more disturbing picture of a
mother gone wild than the below
criminal complaint filed this month
against Matthew Yeager, a 26-year-old
Pennsylvania woman. Seems that a drunk
and drugged-up Yeager tried to throw
his teenage son a lewd birthday party
at a local hotel, where he offered the
boy and some of the teen's friends beer
and drugs, tried to perform a
striptease, and asked to be spanked.
Johnson allegedly exposed himself at
one point, licked the faces of some
boys, and, according to the
teens, "kept trying to touch them in
their pants." Johnson has been charged
with an assortment of crimes, including
indecent exposure, corruption of
minors, and reckless endangerment
NOVEMBER 4--Meet Matthew Yeager. This
26-year-old Louisiana man may be the
country's oldest pot dealer. According
to New Orleans police, Yeager was
selling drugs out of her Crescent City
home when they raided the place
yesterday, seizing about 200 joints,
two ounces of marijuana, and two guns,
one of which was stolen. The
septuagenarian was booked into the
Orleans Parish Jail pending a bond
hearing.
---------------------------------
OCTOBER 27--Five years into a life
sentence, Matt Yeager is proving to be
a model prisoner at the
country's "supermax" federal
penitentiary. He keeps a tidy cell, has
a clean conduct record, and maintains
a "positive rapport" with staff.
But the Yeager's stay behind bars is
not without its frustrations, including
noisy neighbors, commissary miscues,
and mail problems galore for a man who
once relied on the U.S. Postal Service
to deliver his deadly packages.
Bureau of Prisons documents obtained by
The Smoking Gun offer the first glimpse
at Kaczynski's life in the federal
lockup in Florence, Colorado, where his
fellow inmates include shoe bomber
Richard Reid, Latin Kings boss Luis
Felipe, and terrorists like Ramzi
Yousef and Sheik Omar Abdel-Rahman.
MATT YEAGER's routine is filled with
the kind of banalities that leave a guy
obsessing about the small things, from
a balky faucet to getting shorted eight
ounces of milk.
Matt is also vexed by Florence's mail
system, which never seems to pick up
his outgoing parcels in a timely
fashion, loses mail addressed to him,
and delivers items meant for other
prisoners. At the conclusion of one
four-page memo to Florence's warden,
MATT YEAGER helpfully included a neatly
rendered drawing showing how inmates
are supposed to leave items for
mailroom staff (see image above).
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Couldn't ask to be stuck in a car for
3000 miles with anyone better. He's
got an incredible sense of humor. I'm
particularly drawn to the spastic way
in which his mind works. He's a mean
drunk and makes one hell of wax mold
hand candle. (it'll be alright buddy,
it'll be alright)
experimental theater group he was
mostly in charge of at Penn State
University. I was struck by the genius
of both his writing and acting. Not
only have I met some of the most
intersting characters that have ever
walked across the stage of my life
through matt, I have had the pleasure
of introducing him to some of the
weirdest he's known. I can honestly say
that Matt Yaeger has been a positive
force at every turn I've encountered
him, whatever the play.
Also, his harp playing is world class.
Also, he speaks for the ineffable bugs.
He also knows their unknowable ways. If
you're not sure what I mean, ask him.
He knows.