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Occupation:
Actor / Dog Walker
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Affiliations:
Legitimate theatre company
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Hobbies and Interests:
theatre, film, peanut butter, whiskey, common sense, art, the red sox, and pretty much everything else with a couple notable exceptions which I'm sure are intuitive to most decent and civilized folk.
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Favorite Books:
Catch-22, Waiting For Godot, Henry IV part I, In Perpetuity Throughout the Universe, Good Omens, Et Tu Babe, Rhinoceros, Moby Dick, Jesus' Son
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Favorite Movies:
Duck Soup, The General, Amelie, Casablanca, Rosemary's Baby, Magnolia, Naked, Living in Oblivion, Lost in Translation, Mulholland Drive, Annie Hall, The Last Picture Show
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Favorite Music:
the cure, Pixies, cocteau twins, Velvet Underground, Police, Nick Cave, Bob Dylan, Dead Kennedys, Johnny Cash, Magnetic Fields, Tom Waits, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, New Order, My Bloody Valentine, Flaming Lips, James, Rachel's, Your Favorite Band
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Favorite TV Shows:
My TV only plays movies, so I haven't watched TV shows in ages. Old Favorites were Mr. Show and Twin Peaks.
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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About Me:
My feet hurt, and I smell like dog treats.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Someone else who is in the midst of foot pain. Though I'm also fond of people who get stung by bees at bizarre times (like blizzards).
I'm a sucker for banjo players and I hate activity partners with a passion.
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he bears a striking resemblance to
yours truly. He's also a clown, a fool, a
chameleon, and a true friend in times of
whiskey and in times of other kinds of
whiskey. Even in times of Jack
Daniels. Rarely in times of Sauvignon
Blanc, but we forgive him for this. In
sickness and in steak, he is always dear
to me.
weird...that's when I knew that he was
a great actor.
blackness streaked with silver. i
could ride his neural pathways to
peanut butter planes. i think his
thoughts sprout constellations and i am
ever gazing up, struck dumb.
fuck whatcha heard.
be to miss the point. Richard is the
unbridled light of genius itself. Ask
him for a cigarette; he'll give you
one. Ask him to eat 96 ounces of steak;
he will. Ask him to explain the mating
rituals of various deep sea creatures;
he'll make something up that will be
entirely false, but incredibly
original, vastly entertaining, and
quite possibly embued with some
profound isnight which Rich himself
would only realize later. Now tell me
that's not the sort of guy you'd like
to call a friend?
and though we may go weeks without
seeing each other, he is right...our
mutual sense of confusion and
craziness is enough to keep us forever
bonded.
his last name, which the wind wispers
to me in leaves of the wipperwills.
forgets himself. Rich and I once bought
socks together so that we didn't have to do
laundry, and that's the sort of bond that
doesn't fade. You're great, Rich, and... errr..
CABIN! CABIN! CABIN!
trainer who gives a great massage and
speaks fluent Japanese.
he's popular among young people as
well. Using only honey, a piece of rope
and a half-empty bottle of Southern
Comfort, he once saved a village from
an angry bear.
enjoys wearing pajamas as much as me!
I saw him act last night and it was
awesome!!! He also lives in one of my
favorite places in Brooklyn