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Hey everybody,
this is my friend David Forman. David and I met way back in the summer
of 1991 at a place called SuperCamp, which according to their website
is a "summer camp where students improve grades, motivation and
confidence, gain powerful study skills and develop high self-esteem
in an environment that fosters learning and success." Pure marketing
hype. Between you and me , SuperCamp was basically a summer camp for
kids who were fuck ups. That's right, I said it. Fuck! Ups!
Dave and I instantly bonded when at camp...they gave us a list of things
we weren't allowed to do and we solemnly swore to each other that we'd
instead use it as a "to do" checklist. (Smoking, drinking,
staying up late, boobie touching - you name the rule, we broke it.)
Anyway, our friendship carried over into the next school year, but sometime
a year or so later as we both did our own things in high school, we
lost touch.
Nine and a half years later, I ran into him at the Bjork show at Carnegie
hall. Six months later, we finally managed to meet up...it turns out
he lives around the corner in the Lower East Side.
These pics don't tell a story or anything - David just thought he should
be introduced properly. So here he is. (Oh, and by the way, David's
a kickass musician, check
his shit out here).
David posing for a Nerve Personals photo. That's right ladies, just
click here.
Tee-hee-hee.
David has bigger balls than anyone you know. Right after this pic was
taken, he looked at the pic on the digicam, saw there was a cute girl
who had just left them bar, so he goes running down the street to get
her number.
Don't worry, he's not really yelling. We were, as the kids say, only
fooling around.
How's that? Everyone feel properly introduced now?
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