i met a boy here in indy a few months ago whose current girlfriend dated mark kozelek. that was his story anyway. did he ever date a girl in indianapolis? if so, it's just another reason why you and i have basically diddled through our friends.
Don't worry about the people who are assholes and won't give it up for the food drive... what I do is I remember their houses, get my cousin and his retard skater friends hammered, and then we light paper bags of dog shit on fire on their stoops...*ding dong*
Just like in "the movies"! HA HA!
But feel free to contribute any way you can. I'd like some barnaise sauce with that, please...
i had never met anyone like ron diamondstein, when i first met him in 1993 at kalx in berkeley. he was a genine new york-bred jew, with a REALLY thick accent. he was also extremely intelligent and well read- i used to love to listen to his reviews of books and movies, just for the combination of that thick accent and big words. he was also a big-time junkie. he was such a romantic character to me, and i knew that i had to cherish every moment i knew him, b/c if he kept on the path he was on, he would surely die.
anyway, whenever he shot up, he would become very animated. there were a lot of great stories from when ron was high, but my favorite one was from when he and a few other people from kalx went to go see a red house painters show. this was in 1993, remember, so they weren't all that popular yet. there weren't that many people at the show, and after each song the crowd barely clapped. after a few songs with nothing but, 'clap........clap.......clap.......clap......' from the audience, ron decided to clap furiously after each song and yell,'horse with no name! horse with no name!'
you kinda have to know ron to appreciate that story
oh, and he stopped doing heroin about 5 years ago, so he ain't dead