the first time i met J.R. was, unsurprisingly, at the cha cha. i was there with gabe kerbrat on business. we procured a booth and a couple of drinks while we waited for our, uhhh, associate to arrive.
all of a sudden, this crazy character plops down next to me, his fist clutching a drink with a wild-eyed look look on his face. he was clad in some bonkers outfit, not unlike a tropical bird of sorts, and, in my memory, he is wearing a pirate’s eye patch.
i made up the eye patch, but i’m sticking with it.
anyway, dude starts talking a mile a minute, complimenting gabe on his out of control beard and proclaiming him to be a savage. when i was finally able to get a word in edgewise, i turned to homeboy and asked, are you J.R.?.
sure enough, it was the one and only J.R. EWING OF SEATTLE. he was not, of course, who we were waiting for but he sure helped pass the time quickly.
since that fateful night, i have developed a deep affection for our man shooter. he is always one of my favorite boys to run into and i sure do like his style. he has never been anything but kind and gentlemanly to me, and beneath all that crazy street slang and the many nutty tattoos lies a big brain and a giving heart.
although, i will never forgive him for the ROBOCOP.
today is J.R.’s birthday and i can only imagine what sorts of shenanigans will ensue. find out for yourself by reading his always-entertaining BLAH BLOG, which i keep bookmarked and enjoy on a regular basis.
stop by ye olde WINNER’S CIRCLE and leave him a gift, or make it out to NEUMO’S TONIGHT and buy him a drink. he’s a good egg, for sure.