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Christian
Messaging Off
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Feb 2004
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Hometown:
Columbia, MO
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Company:
www.inkaholic.com
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Christian's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/6275899
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Other education:
Iowa Writers' Workshop
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Occupation:
drone
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Affiliations:
Scab Workers Union of America Local 545
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What I enjoy doing:
musician, playwright, actor, author, poet, alcoholic, pill-popper.
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Favorite Books:
visit www.inkaholic.com for interactive book reviews.
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Favorite Movies:
Favorite Goodburger Quotes : "I guess I can always feed my mother cat food." "Any accidents?" "Not to your knowledge." "Kurt must look pretty funny nekkid." "This grinder you speak of. Is it an actual grinder, or just some kind of metaphor?"
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Favorite Music:
andy cigarettes, dead moon, t-rex, the shins, uncle tupelo, outkast, transponder, paradise vending, two gallants, AC/DC, modest mouse, soft boys, x, wilco, alejandro escavado, my bloody valentine, unwound, nina simone, erase errata, BIG STAR, dead boys
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About Me:
"But there is a fatality attends the actions of some men : Order them as they will, they pass thro' a certain medium which so twists and refracts them from their true directions - that, with all the titles to praise which a rectitude of heart can give, the doers of them are nevertheless forced to live and die without it." - Lawrence Sterne, 'Tristam Shandy'
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found out it was the day that Kurt Cobain killed
himself and we walked down 9th St. in a pack of
friends but the area of 9th St. between Walnut
and Broadway was blocked off? That's because
the owner of Bangkok Gardens had gone nuts
and was holding his employees hostage.
Specifically, Jon, the future co-owner of Bangkok
Gardens. He said that was the most terrified he
has ever been (including losing his father in the
Vietnam "war") when his boss was holding a
loaded .45 to his head while the police were
fastidiously positioning their best men into sniper
position from across the street. Those were the
fucken days man.
ducking want?
driving around in his car getting high
and listening to drive like jehu, until i
got my first apartment at the age of
17, then we layed on the floor and got
high while listening to drive like jehu.
chris eventually moved in. the only
space available for him was a
hallway that was 9 feet long 4 feet
wide and 6 feet tall and dead-ended
at a small window. chris cramed
everything he owned in there. i was
showing my apartment to my cousin,
we stopped at chris' hallway, which
was a mountian of stuff, you couldn't
see the floor or any path to get
through to the window. "what is
this?" my cousin asked in
semi-shock. "that's chris' room," i
said. "he keeps..."
an alarm interrupted me, it was
coming from the middle of the
halway. chris arose like the living
dead from under all of his
belongings, sending a tidal wave of
klepac crap towards my cousin and
me. scared the shit out of us. sums
up my
ever gotten. But God damn! He plays the
shit out of the rusty trombone. We'll
have to go grab lunch at Futtbuckers
someday.