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| Home: Somewhere/Anywhere (U.S.A.) Age: In light years? Profession: Producing somebody else's records. Hobbies: Recording his own records. Last Book Read: I Led 3,486 Lives. Last Accomplishment: While waiting for Mark Farner to tune his guitar, reconstructed the entire universe out of popsicle sticks. Quote: "...and so you see... um... er... what was I talking about?" Profile: Standard case history. Mother drops child on head, child henceforth suffers from persistent and seemingly real hallucinations. These delusions of grandeur have led to fits of irrational behavior: has been known to dye hair in clashing colors, spent all the money he made mowing lawns on funny clothes. Might be harmless enough if other children are never allowed to see him. Actually believes that man can fly! Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Charlie Auringer
