jon is a way back homie from those idealistic
years of education (wasted) in bucholic
storrs. i've occassionally run into him in our
underemployed nyc workdays but the most
poignant recent sighting was as a sideburn
model in a year and a half old gq mag i
found in a waiting room. you cant front john,
I know that was you. back in the day i had
difficulty not calling him enzo. word.
I'll never forget the time that John
came into my room at 4am with a
hachet in one hand and a dead
squirrel in the other and tells me that
he "feeds on the blood of the
innocent". Great guy, though.
John is that rare type of genius who
makes you sure he's going to drop the
ball- right before he dunks it on your
head and you see see stars.
He's got more style than a room full
of rappers and he hears music in rush
hour traffic.
John is a good friendy; I give him
thumbs up. He likes to contemplate his
surroundings in absolute silence:
sometimes it's creepy, other times, it
makes you feel important, like you
could be the next star in one of his
films. His seafood stew has that
mediterranean flair that even the
biggest hick in this country could
appreciate. I love you Johnnycakes!
sublime aspects of Orson Welles' touch
of evil have won my undying respect.
years of education (wasted) in bucholic
storrs. i've occassionally run into him in our
underemployed nyc workdays but the most
poignant recent sighting was as a sideburn
model in a year and a half old gq mag i
found in a waiting room. you cant front john,
I know that was you. back in the day i had
difficulty not calling him enzo. word.
came into my room at 4am with a
hachet in one hand and a dead
squirrel in the other and tells me that
he "feeds on the blood of the
innocent". Great guy, though.
year, and he's a real fucking tool. I'm
not kidding, he's got an iq of 3 and
the face of an ass.
makes you sure he's going to drop the
ball- right before he dunks it on your
head and you see see stars.
He's got more style than a room full
of rappers and he hears music in rush
hour traffic.
thumbs up. He likes to contemplate his
surroundings in absolute silence:
sometimes it's creepy, other times, it
makes you feel important, like you
could be the next star in one of his
films. His seafood stew has that
mediterranean flair that even the
biggest hick in this country could
appreciate. I love you Johnnycakes!