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Liverpool, 2002
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"I don't know just where I'm going.
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can."
More about Chris
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Schools (Other):
Out
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College/University:
Suffolk University, Attended 1986 - 1990, Class of 1990, Bachelor's Degree, English/Creative Writing
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Occupation:
Writer/Inaction hero/false prophet/sh!ttalker
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Hobbies and Interests:
Magick, music, writing, metaphysics, and long-winded exercises in verbal one-upmanship
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Favorite Books:
Kerouac, Hesse, Henry Miller, The Isaiah Principle, theological/mystical hoo-ha, any paranoid conspiracy theory
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Favorite Movies:
The Godfather, Taxi Driver, (70's cinema in general), and poorly-filmed pornography
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Favorite Music:
The Velvet Underground, Bunnymen, 60's Psych/Punk, Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Phil Spector, Jesus and Mary Chain, Spiritualized, Beatles, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Psychic TV, and a whole buncha other crap...far too much to bore you with here
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Favorite TV Shows:
Late Late show with John Stewart, English League Soccer, History Channel, Family Guy, South Park
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Zodiac Sign:
Aries
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About Me:
I don't know just where I'm going.
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can.
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Who I Want to Meet:
You. You vixen.
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as your friend, call yourself lucky and
move on - it doesn't get any better
then that. he's like my big brother,
and good friend wrapped up in a yummy
package, which kinda creeps me out
since he's as close as family. I can,
and have, spent all night talking to
this man about anything and everything,
from the mystical to the mundane and
back again. A sharp dresser, with a
sharper wit, Chris has amazed me time
and time again with is knowledge and
talent - everyone should be so blessed
with just a hint of what this man
possesses.
knew you. How random, Manchester
1999. Your picture with him, with me
is on my wall but I have stories and
love behind them all. Thank you for
being with the ups and downs. For the
ability to have hope in many things and
to still having a romantics heart.
Wherever we are, end up, it's always
close. X
freaking Dude with a capital D. Take
Sinatra, Dylan and Kerouac and roll
them into one and you still wouldn't
have half the cool, charisma, and charm
oozing out of this gentleman. And
don't even get me started on his
writerly chops. With a voice burnished
in scotch and razorblades, Jesus H.
Chris is such a sickeningly good writer
he makes me want to throw my manuscript
out the window and poke my eyes out
with freshly sharpened pencils. And if
you're EVER so lucky as to have this
man write you a testimonial, prepare to
be disappointed by everything that will
ever be written about you thereon. It
will never sound as good, but
strangely, it will all sound the same --
like some badly plagiarized version of
a Chris Adams original. He has this
bizarre effect of making people want to
write better, and if it just so happens
they can only achieve that by imitating
him, so be it. Anyone that hasn't run
out and bought Turquoise Days: The
Weird World of Echo and the Bunnymen --
you're a stupid human being. I pity
you.
But fuck my pity -- it's a warm bath
compared to Chris' scathing assessment -
- and woe is the poor bastard who falls
under his scrutiny. I think I'd rather
roll around in honey and wood chips and
get thrown into a vat full of
termites. However, if you somehow
succeed in getting past this brambly
exterior, you'll find a noble gentleman
with a warm fuzzy core and a damn fine
drinking partner to boot. Oh -- and
one thing I didn't forget when
rewriting this testimonial? Chris,
you're doing a disservice to the rest
of mankind by not writing your novel
while you fritter away your time
working at that dead end job you
shamble to and from every day. Quit
being selfish already and remember...
when you finally get the sac to walk
away and move to Paris and pen that
goddamn masterpiece, I'm tagging along
for the ride.