The Urban School Of San Franci
San Francisco, CA
Graduated: 1994
Student status: Alumni
Major: Misanthropy
Minor: Pining
Clubs: future artists of america club
About me: DG is a third generation San Franciscan and thinks that you should be also. Born of a local magistrate and Jewish socialite DG was given every advantage and opportunity for commercial success but ultimately found it to be adverse to his world view. Enigmatic from an early age, DG was placed in a school for gifted children but failed to learn to tie his own shoes until the age of fifteen when his admiration of the young iconoclasts of the early 1990's prompted him to get a pair of Doc Martin boots. It has been suggested that had it not been for Kurt Cobain, DG surely would still be wearing velcros. Rejecting his noble origins he became neither shyster nor plutocrat and is said to routinely tear up his monthly check sent from the Rothschilds. Trained in the ancient art of dyestuffs, kolinsky sables, and stylographs, DG fashions superlative objects d'art for the masses. Reoccuring allusions to the mythological island of Lemuria appear throughout the paintings though this is most certainly a cover for the true leitmotiv of his work: The Military Industrial Complex.
DG also pulls chicks and slings meade at Ye Old Vesuvio Pub and Clam-shack.
your latest yelp mention: "If you're a remotely cute female, the bartender on Friday nights will talk to you. Makes decent conversation, but probably won't comp you drinks unless you promise to put out."
happy birthday dg! just so you know- i hired you a male stripper who will be arriving at the edinburgh castle at roughly 9:20 pm. you should spot him, for he advertised himself as "a big, black buck." he also mentioned something about turkey and tea bags? whatever that means. and you thought i would get you an embarrassing gift! rude!
mine was green because i am slowly rotting from the inside out. see you at work later! yeah. and just so you know- i will be totally high of copious amounts of pain killers. maybe i will fall on a stack of pint glasses and impale myself. emergency, round part 2?
thank you for driving me to the emergency room last night. and for pretending not to notice when i had to walk by you with a cup of my own urine. that was really fun!
the only thing you missed last night was a bunch of boring slutty bad drink 21 year olds. it was fantastic and evil. why be indiana jones for halloween when i can be indiana jones with a completely naked mid-section?! by the way can we have two rounds of water moccasins and a round of buttery nipples? actually those people were nice and tipped well but i still have to make fun of them.
i think it's a little weird that you still play with my little ponies and transformers action figures. i lost a little respect for you after i found that out.
sure david, let me clarify: i stayed up all night drinking with other people so i could get close to david grant, because he's sexy. & then we took nerdy photos together, which i have printed out and used to wallpaper my closet. that should do it. no more confusion.
