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Schools (Other):
Handsome Boy Modeling School
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Occupation:
Jr. Captain of Industry/King of What's Poppin'
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Affiliations:
3, 33, The Masterdon Committee, Midnight Funk Association, The Infesticons (honorary member), United Travises of North America (UToNA)
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Hobbies and Interests:
new ideas, movies, music, learning, writing, making films, playing with records, sex, painting bad paintings, making up jingles, observing monkeys, dropping dope shit, biting girls, eating good food, NBA, singing in the car, finding new noodle shops in L.A., spitting into the wind and seeing what happens
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Favorite Books:
Confederacy of Dunces, Slaughterhouse Five, Ego Trip's Big Book of Racism, 1984, Animal Farm, Gods of Eden, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy (comma) Gentleman, Private Parts, Letters From a Nut, Vice, anything by David Sedaris, dictionaries & thesauri
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Favorite Movies:
Schizopolis, Symbiopsychotaxiplasm, Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2 Or 3 Things I Know About Her, 8 1/2, Battle of Algiers, Gummo, Annie Hall, Buffalo 66, Stranger Than Paradise, Raging Bull, Casino, The Man Who Wasn't There, Happiness of the Katakuris, Reservoir Dogs, The Great Dictator, Mondo Cane, A Perfect World, 24 Hour Party People
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Favorite Music:
Beck, LCD Soundsystem, MF Doom, Danger Mouse, Beastie Boys, 67-74 era funk/soul/psych/garage/boogaloo, Serge Gainsbourg, VU, The Stooges, Gorillaz, Sex Pistols, JSBX, James Brown, Ninja Tune, Miles Davis, Willie Bobo, U-Roy, DFA Records, DJ Shadow, Moving Units, Joe Bataan, TV on the Radio, The Futureheads, M.I.A., The Walkmen, ODB (RIP), Regina Spektor, Moondog, Hot Chip, Blowfly, Gnarls Barkley (what!)
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Wire, Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Office, The Simpsons, King Of the Hill, The Sopranos, K Street, Beavis & Butthead, Monty Python, Ben Stiller Show, Mr. Show, Nightline, Twilight Zone (the old ones), Late Night w/ Conan, Jackass, TV Funhouse, Da Ali G Show, America's Next Top Model, PTI, Unscripted, Jose Luis Sin Censura, Cops
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About Me:
I'm used to driving luxury cars that shift themselves.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Ambidextrously minded beings blithe in manner and demiurgic in life.
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namesame in street form. I took a photo
and wondered "where is that lad?" Last
thing I heard was he ran with a band of
dental floss tightrope walkers. I also
heard he was the inventor of a new type
of spork(or is it a foon?) Be that as it
may, I just remember this chap liked to
giggle like a five year old and had (or
has) a mean skyhook.
'Live the Harpsichord' Tour. I was playing an
impromptu acoustic Autoharp set in the park,
when
Travis ran on stage and rambled off Nihilist
propaganda in favor of selling dark
chocolate, while denouncing heterosexuals.
His words inadvertently started to flow with the
music and we soon drew a crowd of over 7,000.
Afterwards we recorded our first album, Chocolate
Harp Love.
please add this! Thanks.
the mutt club, mutt productions. hehe,
anyways, i met him in athens before he
moved- he is very talented and sweet
guy- oh yes and he is so cute- and
modest!
anywhere on this page that he is left
handed. NOT a righty--NOT even
ambidextrous. He secretly wants to open
a Leftorium like Ned Flanders that
caters to this strange sect of humanity
with backwards constructed scissors and
shit. the fact that I don't hold this
against him is a testament to his
otherwise swell persona.
lovely smile that all the girls in to
gawky geeks dig for sure, know what I'm
saying? I remember when me and him used
to shoot cats for spare change and
sniff glue. Ah, college. Those were the
days! Save some epoxy for me my man!
really existed, but then I went to his
house and he was there, and he had
a big friendly smile on his face..... so
I guess he exists.
again........hey man, I haven't seen
you since I was like 16! Hella days, I
met this kool cat in DC, like the day
before we were leaving and he was so
cool that we were able to keep in touch
thru the years! Anyway, I can't wait
until we get to kick it, so I can show
you that I'm a champ smoker and
drinker! This guy is all laughs and
good times! Anyway, email me or call
me sometime there.....miss talking to
ya!
he wants to take everyone with him. I
was worried that he was going to hurt
himself, until I realized he was just
talking about treating his friends at a
really nice restaurant.
hustling a shell game over on Sunset
Boulevard. He had it set up on a
cardboard box, and he didn't even have
a nut or a ball to hide under the
shells, he was just using an old
crumpled up Guitar Center coupon. I
should have known better. But I was new
to Hollywood, and I had stars in my
eyes and truly believed I was destined
to make my fortune there. So I put my
entire life savings down on the
cardboard table top -- $200 plus the
$50 my mother gave me before I left
Brooklyn three days earlier. I
concentrated with all my might as
Travis hid the crumpled paper and
worked the trio of shells back and
forth in his hands with blistering
speed. When he stopped, I picked the
far left shell to no luck. I had lost
everything! But my intuition told me
something strange was afoot. Just then
a powerful wind swept through, knocking
down the table and unturning the
remaining two shells -- and there was
no paper! I had been scammed! All of my
life's hopes and dreams had been swept
out from beneath me! Travis was nothing
more than another no-good, two-bit
sheister like all the other Japs I'd
met on the streets of Tokyo in the
years following the war. I hurtled a
fist in his direction, but he expected
it and caught the blow. Twisting my arm
behind my back, he pushed me to the
ground and placed a knee across my
shoulder blades so I couldn't
move. "New around here, punk?" he said
with a tongue that dripped with
malignity. "You lost your fuckin'
money, son, and now I advise you get
the fuck outta here before an accident
breaks your back." Those are the last
words I heard before Travis slammed his
fist against the side of my head,
knocking me unconscious for some
indeterminate length of time. I awoke
perhaps hours, perhaps days later, half
naked and covered in filth in the
parking lot of an In-N-Out burger
restaurant. That bastard Travis. One
day I'll get him, one day. I will have
my vengeance.