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Brian
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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
Somewhere I choose not to remember
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Company:
Kill.
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Brian's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/665683
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Other education:
Lie.
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Occupation:
Damned if I know
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Affiliations:
Discriminate.
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What I enjoy doing:
music, concerts, world religion, cults, photography, travel, trivia, politics, society, bass, coincidence, coffee, spicy food.
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Favorite Books:
Kurt Vonnegut, Foucault's Pendulum, Where the Sidewalk Ends, Franz Kafka, Douglas Adams, Brave New World, Bradbury, Tao Teh Ching, Bukowski, Hunter S, Dr. Bronner's Soap bottle
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Favorite Movies:
Clockwork Orange, Scarface, the Wicker Man, Big Lebowski, Bladerunner, City of Lost Children, Tom Thumb, Directors:, Kubrick, DePalma, Lynch, Coen, Scorsese, Kevin Smith, Demme, Zapruder
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Favorite Music:
Brian Eno, King Crimson, Bauhaus, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Byrne, Bowie, Joy Division, Cop Shoot Cop, Jack Edward Smith, Gregory Paul, dead can dance, My Penis, gothic, ambient, punk, electronica, salsa, latin, funk
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Simpsons, documentaries on ancient civilizations, Saturday Night Live sometimes, Meet the Press, Face the Nation, Conan O'Brien, Robert Smigel (triumph the insult comedy dog) always cracks me up.
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About Me:
Classic Scorpio. I play bass in an "indie rock" type band. I am currently training to be on a game show. I spend most of my day waiting for a phone call. When I am alone, I pick up odd objects
lying around and pretend they're spaceships. I have a respectable
haircut for the first time in over 14 years.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Meet someone? Not me, I'm a xenophobe.
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intended destination of Backstreets to see the band
Empty Grave. Sitting in the seat next to me was
some guy who simply smiled, extended his hand
and said "Hi, I'm Brian." Since that day Brian has
has popped in and out of my life. Our meetings are
sparce but ALWAYS enjoyable. Brian is simply one
of those people I very much look forward to seeing
when I go out for a night on the town, or an
*evening* on the town to be more exact.
sneaking into bars just to shoot some
pool. I was a pretty good shot for my
age and I enjoyed getting the local
clientele all fired up when they
couldn't beat the "boy wonder."
While I was there one evening, I came
across this guy who wanted to challenge
the table. He was a tall gentleman, but
his disposition was so laid back that I
hadn't noticed him watching me play
over the past hour or so.
The first game he let me make about
five or six balls before he came back
and ran the table. A lucky run, I
thought. I'd come back and get him the
next game. I then proceeded to watch
him break and run the table down to the
eight ball before giving me a shot.
Needless to say, I didn't make all of
my balls before he got his second turn
and an easy shot on the game ball.
The man gently slid a set of quarters
across the felt and told me to rack 'em
up again and he'd show me what I was
doing wrong. When I related these
events to my father later on, he
immediately knew who I was speaking
of. "That was Brian Barrett,'' he said.
Although Brian wasn't the first person
to enlighten me to the fact that there
is always a better shooter than you, he
did it with such a disarming style and
poise that you didn't mind losing 90
out of 100 games to him. Over the years
he taught me more than just english and
cue ball control. He set the standard
on how to win well and lose graciously.
For about 15 years I continued to look
to Brian for the example to follow --
now he only beat me about 75 out of 100
games. He was often like a big brother.
Through all of the tournaments and
leagues we competed in, I seldom saw
his character fade.
He took pride in every completed task.
It didn't matter if it was a piece of
dental work that he created at his
dental lab, the quality of a tip he
applied to someone's pool cue in his
shop or the condition of the tables he
had in the pool hall he operated. Just
like Brian, they were first class.
In fact, I remember how he was gleaming
as he described the tables in his new
establishment. He said, "The roll is
smooth and true and the pockets are SO
FORGIVING."
Similar words can easily describe this
giant of a man -- true, honest,
forgiving -- as my father said that day
so long ago. That was Brian Barrett.
And I am proud to have had the chance
to call him my friend.