tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post7938233837098360723..comments2011-03-01T23:24:30.868-06:00Comments on Intercepted Messages: Toothless PeopleJonathan E Johnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278070830842317714noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-65287203947482229972008-11-03T11:48:00.000-06:002008-11-03T11:48:00.000-06:00awesome post, my man. nothing like a bottle of cr...awesome post, my man. nothing like a bottle of creamdeeminth and a case of chaser to drive those blues away! (there, i summed it all up--even got the driving ref in.)<BR/><BR/>dude, i am telling you: indie film. totally.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12324971448062911264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-57262706333567415262008-10-23T09:39:00.000-05:002008-10-23T09:39:00.000-05:00crème de menthe is my celebratory drink of choice ...crème de menthe is my celebratory drink of choice after successfully escaping death at the hands of rage-infected zombies...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-767378158201992852008-10-23T06:04:00.000-05:002008-10-23T06:04:00.000-05:00you know, i am only 17, ... and maybe my mom and ...you know, i am only 17, ... and maybe my mom and dad actually taught me something, but i would never drink and drive... that's just scary!!!<BR/>plus last year, 5 of my friends died in a car accident due to drinking and driving.<BR/>ugh......<BR/>plus we don't have drive up stores... that's wild!<BR/><BR/>EmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-33190763600132686572008-10-22T23:12:00.000-05:002008-10-22T23:12:00.000-05:00It was Susan Bartlett (now Susan Barlett-Alvey). ...It was Susan Bartlett (now Susan Barlett-Alvey). Do you remember her?<BR/><BR/>She's moved back here with her daughter, Claire.<BR/><BR/>She was buying margaritas for our soirée at Carrie's. So when she arrived she asked "is Jon working at a liquor store?!" She said she recognized your voice. Maybe you could go back to being a DJ. You liked that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-69238677894902306392008-10-22T22:29:00.000-05:002008-10-22T22:29:00.000-05:00Well, I was working, and talking to a lot of peopl...Well, I was working, and talking to a lot of people. Saturday Night is a lot busier than say, Thursday morning at 8:00 am at Starbucks, where I managed a crew of people to deal with customers while I chit chatted.<BR/><BR/>I guess the point is that in a Liquor store, women are less aggressive?<BR/><BR/>I have 'met' many people since I have moved back who say they know me, and I have no clue who they are.<BR/><BR/>It seems I make an impression on some people, but have no idea who they are. <BR/><BR/>Three guys this past week have recognized me, and started up a conversation as if they knew me, and I have no idea who they are. <BR/><BR/>What can I do...Jonathan E Johnshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10278070830842317714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105583365985449191.post-54438670335610368642008-10-22T21:22:00.000-05:002008-10-22T21:22:00.000-05:00Actually, a girl WAS in your store Saturday night ...Actually, a girl WAS in your store Saturday night AND recognized you AND would have spoken to you but she said you wouldn't make eye contact.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com