The Neighborhood Genius

Wait, maybe it is.

He's also an extraordinarily gifted painter and sculptor, his masterwork being the same local hangout, which he decorated ceiling-to-floor in an ever-changing found-art collage, with the ceiling done in an unbelievable mural depicting a highly personal collection of hundreds saints and avatars all cavorting together: Sitting Bull, Stan Musial, Charlie Parker, Gandhi ... can't remember all of 'em. The joint was torn down a couple of years ago.

His personality embodies the romantic/cynic dichotomy -- his art is so huge-hearted, but in conversation he's bitter and cutting, drawling scabrous wisecracks out of the side of his mouth. One in a million.

And it doesn't take a genius to recognize Led Zep were the fuckin' best, does it?

Cla1r3 M1tch3ll. Five winning gold runs on Blockbusters!

ugh, i know of a guy who hangs around the U of M who thinks he is; he's in his 40s, big afro with a feather in it, often shirtless, self-xeroxed collection of poetry. My only interaction with him was eating an omelet in a local bar, he turned to me and said "man, led zeppelin were just the fuckin best, yknow?" which is otm, as far as it goes.

― g--ff (gcannon), Thursday, September 30, 2004 10:36 AM (10 years ago)

was this the guy who was a permanent fixture outside the kitty cat club

i think if he was more of a genius he would have remembered where his shirt was

who eats an omelet in a bar

so the other night we're walking to the side door of our trailer from the carport, we live in a trailer park, and we hear this mumbling sound. at first i think it's a cat conflagration. we walk out onto the street and it morphs into the sound of a voice coming from a speaker. it's repeating a phrase: "tj, you are not in trouble, please come home". we go inside, i walk out 5 minutes later and it's stopped.