Andrew Culver grew up in a mountainous, cloudy region of Northern California and now lives in Los Angeles. For a great taco he recommends "Taco Zone" on Alvarado by the Vons.
You know, for a long time I'd read your recommendation for Taco Zone and think you were just joking around. But after discovering the Zone last month, I realized it ain't comedy. The burritos are f'ing serious.
I found you on imdb. I saw that you were in the film, "The Box", however I was unaware that you directed a documentary about John Cage. I always knew you were into microtonality. Fag!
whenever i bring you up in conversation, no matter the context, the other person's response is usually, "that's really all you need." I think that says a lot about you
This just in. The associated press is reporting that Los Angeles resident Andrew Culver was spotted yesterday at the Gateways Community Mental Health Center, in Echo Park, engaged in a sexually lewd act with one or more of the patients. Culver, a failed musician and long time Echo Park resident, was allegedly seen by neighbors inserting an unidentified appendage through the fence that surrounds the facility and shouting, "Wrap your lips around this baby!" Hector Guttierez, a neighbor of Culver's, whitnessed the act. "I don't know, I think he drunk," said Guttierez, who has long complained to authorities about Culver's disgusting behavior. "He just go up and stick it in there. Mostly I just hear the people inside laughing. I think it not very big." Police have issued an APB for Culver who seems to be on the run. A warrant has been issued in the Gateways case and authorities are also calling Culver a "person of interest" in the case of the rape of a neighborhood dog. Culver was last seen on Sunday at the Rough Trade, a leather store in Silverlake. Authorities ask that if you see Culver that you do not try to apprehend him yourself but instead immediately call 911.
hmmm, something tells me marah won't mind.... otherwise, i just don't know. on one hand, what did i expect would happen -- a campire, some marshmallows, all that mustard. but i'm not saying that makes it right. i'll never be the same. my whole family cried when they found out -- gramps spit out his orange juice. i'm not deleting you, but i'm gonna have to bump you to the bottom of my myspace bros.
