Have I ever mentioned that there was a drink concocted by my compatriots in college called "Jack", consisting of vodka and coolaid powder mixed up in a plastic halloween jack-o-lantern?

jack's knack? a *delight*
for inciting splendid spark;
he <-glows-> in the dark.

Now that all is said and done, and I'm turning my back on New York City and headed back to the land of Sunshine and Ahnuld, people often ask me, Why?

Simple: Kevin.

JACK! Why didn't I think of that sooner? It's perfect! "Jack" is the new "Kevin" -- or is "Kevin" the new "Jack"? Hrm... reminds me of a 80s movie somehow.

VOTED NUMBER #1 late night strawberry & chocolate crepes!

This is the only man I know who would come over and make crepes for me and my housemate at 3AM. It's a yummy thing!

Now, about the two of them them pointing laser pens at drug dealers out the window while I was asleep...

Kevin once told me,
Let it wash over you
or the river will drown you.
You live the advise you give.
Don't know if it be Buddhist, Tao or whatever,,,,
Wonderful state of mind.
Am envious.

kevin is a chill, ubiquitous, walking talking info center. the source for almost anything. especially the absurd.

the best drunky spin spinner around. but next time more, more, more! thanks for letting me play with your art! cheers!

The best most fucked up santa that ever lived. A true cacophonist.