Jay Rose was my friend.He introduced me to Manga and crap punk bands and I introduced him to crap movies and Dan the Automator. He hassled me about collecting Transformers and I gave him stick about collecting 'toys'.
We drank a lot of beer.
We used to take the work van on the sly and go see underground hiphop. Or metal. Or punk. Or beats.We went out of our way to follow REALLY, REALLY bad bands around Sydney - just for laughs.
We drank a lot of beer.
We got into up and comers like Moby, Black Eyed Peas and Limp - years before they were both popular AND crap.We spent many lost nights walking around the inner city, drinking longnecks and discussing the finer points of life.
We drank a lot of beer.
We invented new and extremely clever words.And we gave stick to everyone. We became mates when he started at my work some 12 years ago. Despite the fact that I was both younger than him and his supervisor, we got REAL tight, REAL quick. Hence, I had to constantly cover for him coming in late and getting nothing done! We used to laugh ALL day long with music cranked (much to the annoyance of some of the other workers, but hey - I was in charge). Jay had been living in the US for the last few years and I moved interstate 3 years ago, but we always stayed in touch.
The last time he came back to Australia, I jetted back to Sydney - just to laugh. And laugh we did. JayLord, you will NEVER be forgotten.
The Queef.
And you've still got my Voltrons, biatch. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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