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unBarrowble

less talky, more sucky

About Me

river trash

My Interests

tact

I'd like to meet:

old five and dimers like me. i cannot stress blonde enough.

Music:

the best show on WFMU. the beatles. necro. georges brassens.

Movies:

zorba the greek

Television:

only when in the pitts

Books:

highbrow to low

Heroes:

i hate bowie

My Blog

Tino Spots

I have high hopes of writing the intro to Tino's eventual interview. It's gonna be epic. So epic, in fact, that I imagine that the word "epic" will be used and epic amount of times. Because, honestly,...
Posted by unBarrowble on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 07:26:00 PST

who would you blaze?

Did you guys know that Ghostface has a skit on Supreme Clientele by that title? That means that, though some serendipitous similarity, the same fun game played by Merks and and Manute was being played...
Posted by unBarrowble on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 10:27:00 PST

World Music?

Last Christmas found me in Bolinas, California at a dinner party with, amongst other people, Huey Lewis' mother. Her name is Magda. Now, this little detail isn't what makes this story significant, no...
Posted by unBarrowble on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:06:00 PST

BLOOD & SEBASTIAN

Well, there's a long and a short of it, and before you go cursing, "what the fuck is this long ass shit?", I'm gonna warn you that this is the long of it. In so doing, I will probably even address why...
Posted by unBarrowble on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 09:18:00 PST

Sucker punched by Maury

Lately, my friends, I have taken to drinking alone. Waiting, drinking, in some dark bar on the upper west side, alone and in silence with other bloated alcoholics chasing the sad ghosts that dance, e...
Posted by unBarrowble on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:37:00 PST

FRICK

after my first day of my first real job, i found myself stranded. stranded on 62nd and lexington, in a brand new white suit, uncomfortable shoes, and not one penny to my name. in my pockets i had pa...
Posted by unBarrowble on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 01:17:00 PST

THE NAVY

"The navy was a great place," said the old man, seated across from us. His leather-gloved hands were shaking, but he seemed the most fit of the bunch. That wasn't really saying too much, though. ...
Posted by unBarrowble on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:58:00 PST

BRENHAM

This is a story about fucked-up hometowns, but not my own. I did not come from a fucked-up hometown at all. I grew up in Austin, and it was not fucked up. The lush, rolling hills punctuated by natur...
Posted by unBarrowble on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:55:00 PST

CHEVRON HO

Although she probably didn't like being called 'Chevron Ho', she didn't seem to mind too much either. Maybe she never heard. We only called her that in a hurried quip, "Bye Chevron Ho", followed by g...
Posted by unBarrowble on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:47:00 PST

PRUNIE

None of us knew Ran's mother's real name, but we all called her Prunie. To her face. Which was wrinkled. Like a prune. Underneath short olive-colored hair, a deeply creased forehead framed sunken d...
Posted by unBarrowble on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:45:00 PST