Login: max            			Name: Max Perez
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Home Phone: 423-9836
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im not hungry right now... i inadvertantly  bit my cheek 
last week, and it has become slightly infected... the pus is
quite filling, and has reduced my appetite...

avid music fan. i play guitar, hang out at the various local clubs, and 
annoy my neighbors with my monster stereo. currently, i like frank zappa 
alot. im not a very fannish person, but i relate to his music and 
his descriptions. lou reed also has much the same impact. 

currently doing sound for head circus, and preparing to play the sco
solstace party in the follies band weve dubbed ourselves "button

big scuba diver, love being in the kelp. clouds of jellyfish, clear
water, weightlessness, and the feeling of being in another world
remind me of childhood fantasies of being an aquatic creature that i
used to have while living on the mediterranian. very hokey, but true.

ski like a demon. have to switch to snowboarding as i want to be able
to be with friends on the slope without being bored. i generally ski
alone, with music, usually GnR, pixies, ramones... anything hectic.
i like the double skull and crossbone signs at the beginning of the
runs that warn of the requirement for expertice.

last movies seen: pulp fiction, bullets over broadway, clerks. all
these movies were good, but "hard boiled" by/with john woo is the BEST!
everybody dies, sometimes multiple times. the shootout in the hospital
was (unintentionally) hilarious. everone getting caught in the
crossfire. old people, pregnant women, people covered in casts and
bandages all getting shot from every direction. crutches fly! it may
not SOUND funny, but its so excessive that it becomes silly. lots of machine
guns and people doing the dance of the multiple gunshot hit. lots of
diving thru glass windows. saw roadside prophets. it was good,, with
lots of motorcycle footage.

i got drunk one day and pilfered a buncha doll heads from goodwill (i
had offered to pay for them after removing the bodies, but they didnt
see the value in doll heads) and hot glued them to my car. the one
that got the hood ornament spot was given a mohawk and a safety pin,
but was promptly stolen. 

grad ucsc, went to manhattan to werk in the financial biz, had a great
time, lasted a year. great town, but too toxic and crime-ridden.
bought a honda nighthawk 650, and rode it back to santa cruz. member
of the denizens of doom internet moto club, with whom i ride nude thru
the greater bay area. 

  "wind in the face, lead in the pencil!" -terms of endearment

   "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow creeps in this petty 
   pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time;
   and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.  
   Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
   that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no 
   more; tis is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
   signifying nothing."
			-some guy, yknow...

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