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WHO AM I?!? I'm Paul!
WHERE HAVE I BEEN?!? NEW YORK!!
WHY?!? Fucked if I know!
I met a man named Scholopp Jones in Times Square... Apparently, while the Naked Cowboy is a fixture in the Square
during the more pleasant months, Scholopp is the wintertime unofficial town crier.
Scholopp wears an old-school vietnam jacket and a toque, which automatically means he's the inspiration behind "taxi driver",
but it also means that he has lots of cool stories to tell. If only I brought a tape recorder to go with my camera.
Anyway, I will follow with de pictures soon enough. You will get to witness my encounter with a very special 4-year-old blonde girl/cultist leader in central park wooing the masses of multicultural Sesame-Street-esque kids with her mad, divine-inspired proselytizing, the park ranger horse who shat on its tail and then swatted me with it, and, of course, the withered Mesoamerican corpse I asked out on a date... ;) C'mon, it'll be fun!
Back to my life, as I haven't posted in almost a year! Guh. I am still working as a druggist, I have the same friendly contact with my relatives, and I still try to go to school, but not so much this semester. I've been on a brief hiatus (see? it makes it sound like something important!) I'm still getting a camera, starting work on my first short film, and I'm still a dangerous man to know.
Questions? Any?
-And for a preemptive strike, YES the baby is mine. j/k
Peace, y'aw
Paul
WHERE HAVE I BEEN?!? NEW YORK!!
WHY?!? Fucked if I know!
I met a man named Scholopp Jones in Times Square... Apparently, while the Naked Cowboy is a fixture in the Square
during the more pleasant months, Scholopp is the wintertime unofficial town crier.
Scholopp wears an old-school vietnam jacket and a toque, which automatically means he's the inspiration behind "taxi driver",
but it also means that he has lots of cool stories to tell. If only I brought a tape recorder to go with my camera.
Anyway, I will follow with de pictures soon enough. You will get to witness my encounter with a very special 4-year-old blonde girl/cultist leader in central park wooing the masses of multicultural Sesame-Street-esque kids with her mad, divine-inspired proselytizing, the park ranger horse who shat on its tail and then swatted me with it, and, of course, the withered Mesoamerican corpse I asked out on a date... ;) C'mon, it'll be fun!
Back to my life, as I haven't posted in almost a year! Guh. I am still working as a druggist, I have the same friendly contact with my relatives, and I still try to go to school, but not so much this semester. I've been on a brief hiatus (see? it makes it sound like something important!) I'm still getting a camera, starting work on my first short film, and I'm still a dangerous man to know.
Questions? Any?
-And for a preemptive strike, YES the baby is mine. j/k
Peace, y'aw
Paul