i remember seeing a coochie like that.

nice to see you back in town and checkin out the FINE ladies on 28th ave ;)

Your going to be in LA around New Years, you better get ahold of the wife and I. I know we both work new years eve but not new years day. 310-689-8099.

Once saw Draplin’s parents at a fred meyer lot in PDX. Dad was huge and santa claus looking with long beard. Mom just normal red-blooded american issue wife. Wanted to go up and introduce myself and tell all these sordid tales of my alaskan life with the artist and the rooster. But that was years ago and Im bald and draplin is catching up—ask him how he feels about well-lighted rooms in offices with bosses standing above him. Oh, the horrible and intolerable cleavage of a balding head as seen from above. I once beat draplin fair and square in a singing match up with rooster’s wife as the judge. To this day Draplin wont and cant admit I was the better jay farrar impersonator. Oh yeah, hey mother of Draplin, he once told me that you really liked something that I wrote on his website…he was a little jealous about that being that I taught him all he knows about being insurgent-like and making him flinch whenever I want to…so here is another little tidbit… ask him about Fred, chafe, the smelly sex room in alaska, the rooster, and the genesis of it all.

Ya know, I remember chafe, the smelly sex room (no thanks to D’stries or Fred), and even Meatfoot, but who is this Rooster? Woody?

Fred:

Sorry you didn’t approach Mr. D and I…..we would have loved those sordid tales, although Aaron has reminded me of some of them…. your picture is on our beer refrigerator….you, Aaron & Matt…..great summer on the rail pic. You have to refresh my memory about what I wrote on this site…..all those great times you guys experienced have made you are what you are today. The next time we visit Portland, we’ll have to get you guys together…..and get the real story.

Tyler,
im still a bit peeved at you for not getting all those quick turkey lunch plates preeped and ready…I needed my sleep u know—u dont remember…but I subbed on your shift and u refused to plate up the chips and potato salad ahead of time. So get with the program—we all do not live in alaska time, y’know. Dear draplin’s mom—I know the train made me what I am today—that is just the problem! Would love to meet you and santa—and talk about drap and his grandma and mich and the kkk— Im jewish so watch it —I will be bringing it—with respect of course.