I kinda miss him, he’s one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. He did a portrait of me in a in a viking helmet that I gave to my mom for Christmas one year. He’s like an older brother to me and very creative, but FUCKIN’ A he can be a bit of an energy vampire. He’s a fun person when he’s not whining or being excessively neurotic. He turned into a COVID denier/vaccine sperg. It got really annoying and old quick. He’s homeless somewhere in Arizona now. My mom follows him on facebook and fills me in on whatever his latest crises is. (He’s the kind of the king of TMI and goes into detail about his gay cruising adventures…) He got me into meditation and helped me through some very difficult times. I have had a number of difficult friends in my life, but they’re at least interesting.
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Jennifer was my trip advisor when I dropped acid at her house in Portland. All of us were all good friends. Brian and She used to be an item, and even got “married” at Powells books (but then broke up 2 years later.) Jennifer has since moved to New York City, and she didn’t even tell me! We didn’t have a dramatic falling out (like She and Ross did), I just got busy as a cab driver and got into a weird relationship.
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Depression is a hellova drug.
Until I got properly diagnosed, I was even MORE of an asshole than I am now, if you can believe it. 
Miles Davis hateed everything and everyone, and beat up every woman he could. Most artists and musicians abuse drugs.
When it comes to women, I am a weirdness magnet.
God sends his worst assignments to his toughest soldiers or some such
It’s true: all the good ones are greener on the other side of the fence because that’s where the dogs are pissing
