oh to speculate what my life would be without this pear of quirky weirdness. in all seriousness, he is walking brainfood for me. not so much in the sense that he challanges me per se… he inspires me to find that other vantage point. everyone
should have a bbbfb in their life. before i grew so fond of him, he looked to me, and i think not unjustly so, as if he is a sort of person that needs people to be frustrated with him. frustrated, pissed, inspired, happy, anything so long as it is passionate. he seemed to thrive on his, “a city-boy, by any of an unknown number of circumstances, stranded to his current scenario and thus forced to deal with rural urban-culture ineptitude, but he knows it’s good for him and so takes it like cough syrup or a good fuck in the ass.” or at least this was my assumption of him. and like in any good assumption there is some truth, and not truth. for now i’ll let you believe that of the qualities listed, which you see as positive are the real ones and the the bad ones are the “ass-u-me” part. time to email…