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Chris Alonzo
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
San Antonio and Austin, TX
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Company:
big drug company that's currently paying me to update my Friendster profile
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Chris's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/503723
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Other education:
University of Texas, Austin USA
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Occupation:
Artiste
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Affiliations:
www.ghostrunnernyc.com
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What I enjoy doing:
Music, Theatre, Politics, the goddamned Spurs, punk rawk, Bill Hicks, oddness
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Favorite Books:
Hunter S Thompson, Kurt Vonnegut, David Sedaris, Kathy Acker, Irvine Welsh, George Saunders, that adorable little Dave Eggers
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Favorite Movies:
Annie Hall, Goodfellas, pretty much anything by Scorcese, D.A. Pennebaker, Jim Jarmusch, Cronenberg, Tim Burton. I'm a sucker for documentaries about politics or rock and roll
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Favorite Music:
Pixies, Radiohead, The Clash, Built to Spill, Flaming Lips, Wilco, Plastikman, the Ramones, Television, Bob Dylan, The Black Crowes, the Sex Pistols, Nirvana, Phillip Glass, the Velvet Underground, Pulp, the Ramones, At the Drive In, FAT KIDS SCREAMING
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Favorite TV Shows:
As I get older I appreciate Seinfeld more and more
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Zodiac Sign:
Aries
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About Me:
Jerk-ass. I yell at the TV. I drink a lot of whiskey and shoot a lot of pool and play with a big loud rock band and break things and I've got a big dumb mouth that gets me in trouble a lot.
And then I go home and my girlfriend and I cuddle on the couch and cry during "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". That's everything you need to know about me.
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Who I Want to Meet:
kittens. puppies. Jews.
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See you tomorrow night....RAWK!!!!
at a Long Island City biker barbecue bar,
you would do well to make sure that
Chris's baddass band of rockstars has
got your back.
because he was my brother in a past life and that
would be weird. I'm pretty sure it was in Ancient
Egypt. He was making trouble in the temples and
I'd tag along for the good times. Because it made
me laugh. And snot would shoot out my nose
when I laughed too hard, usually when he
knocked a big statue over because he was drunk.
And then I'd get the hiccups. In this life, he is my
inspiration to DANCE MY ASS OFF, which I do
with pleasure, in the presence of his kickass
music. Chris lets me make puppets and dance
around with them in his shows. That rules too.
Chris is one of the smartest, most talented,
genius-bad motherfuckers I have ever known. I
love him dearly and bring him apple juice and
bananas with joy.
to remove them, but not quite yet. The blue moon
was trying to set and the violent sun was trying to
rise, a tug of war of a certain dismay on my sunday
morning as I looked in the mirror to adjust my
plume. And through that curtain cut the most
rediculous colors as if to remind me what not to
wear to the Lord's house. Thank you, I replied and
wore it anyway. And when I opened the window a
rough current grazed my shoulder and the curtain
danced beside me. I remembered. It was the best
duet. Me and a curtain. But it had to come down. It
was the Berlin Wall of my existence give way to
insufferable freedom... if freedom exists. Chris
rocks.
xo Genius Inc.
things: 1.) he is probably the only
person that I could take seriously when
he said that he had the idea to do a
punk rawk musical about pirates, and 2.)
he intrduced me to my first Brooklyn
Lager...mmm...Brooklyn Lager. So yeah--
he's a damn awesome punky dude. And he
smells like cheese.
guy we may have break out the
voigt-kampff. god i'm a fucking geek.
but i think that's ok, and chris
probably does too.
So, Chris, please don't come back.
Chris is made entirely out of old gum.
If they let beaners be president he
wouldn't have a chance in hell. There
is simply too much information on
record. He would have been a hit man,
but God farted and he learned to play
guitar instead. He's charming, but
it's fake. When he's giving you the
hairy eyeball it is important to keep
track of where he's putting his hands.
One day he might learn the difference
between telling the stories and living
them, and if he ever does, the world
around him would yawn and fall asleep.
Texas misses you Chris, you fat headed
rat-bastard!
extolling the magnitude of Chris'
genius is because he has been gracious
enough to let me ride his coattails for
some time now. His musical,
theatrical, and general punk-rock-itude
have been an example to us all, except
that now that I live in NYC with him I
see that he has been exposed as
something of a fraud. I've seen real
hipsters now, Chris, and they're
scary. I don't wanna be a hipster. I
wanna play Crazy Horse-meets-Pulp
tribute songs and Jovi covers. I want
my shirts to at least look clean. And
most of all I just wanna rock! And
that's no crime, a lesson I think we've
all learned from this great man.