Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
I'm a chef at El Mundo. It's so much fun it's not even like working at all. I love it.
I play bass and sing in a band called Plainwords. Anarchist vegan crust punk along the lines of Fall of Efrafa and Doom, sort of. Whenever we have some stuff recorded I will post it.
I enjoy mountainbiking on my singlespeed 29er Soma Juice. Steel, rigid, beautiful.
I hate cars but I have one anyway. Add another hypocrite to the list.
My fixed gear bike has survived three meetings with cars, some cyclocross misadventures, and getting attacked by a small dog yet still keeps rolling. It's a converted British roadbike with a no-name front wheel, so I guess I lose cool points but I've been riding it for seven years so up yours, hipsters.Get your myspace layouts at MyPsace.org
