A couple of years ago I was living in Austin with my friend Mark Deutrom. One winter's day we decided to make a road trip up to Memphis to visit our good friend Piper. We got there and her roomate was dating William Eggleston, yes, that William Eggleston, the world famous photographer. He came over and we talked and Mark even took pictures of him which didn't seem to bug him. He was a bit under...
What's in a name? Don't ask me, I'm only here to present lame, ill-researched, nonsense blogs. Having said that, I do honestly believe, with every last vodka-tainted cell of my long-since lost liver, that people called James are invariably worthy of death, and chaps with the handle of Jim are pretty alright human beings.May I present my less than convincing argument...*JAMES BELUSHI:* Beware th...
A couple of years ago I was living in Austin with my friend Mark Deutrom. One winter's day we decided to make a road trip up to Memphis to visit our good friend Piper. We got there and her roomate was dating William Eggleston, yes, that William Eggleston, the world famous photographer. He came over and we talked and Mark even took pictures of him which didn't seem to bug him. He was a bit under...