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How this blog got its name
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There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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God would get tremendously bored if it weren’t for the devil. So I guess thats why we kept Phil around.
We threw these parties where there’d be all the usual debauchery; sex, drugs and mad libs but then Phil would call up a pizza delivery boy and pay a sex worker ridiculous amounts of money to act out a 3 hour performance of a “very special Fresh Prince of Bel Aire” episode… you know the one where Will Smith yells “You are not my Father!”
Some of the performances were actually pretty good. We filmed a couple and I think one of em even won the Palme d’or at Cannes.
Ohhh maybe not. I think it was the Dukes of Hazard Kabuki re-enactment that won the Palm d’or that year and we won Cher or something.
