Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Das Stiver

The day after I met Stiver I awoke next to him in the bed of a man named Patrick, with precious little memory of the night before.  Except the Rum, I remembered the rum.  The next few moments were crucial.

Adam Jones:  Hey Opie,* we didn't... do anything, did we?

Stiver:  I don't think so.  No, definitely not... You hungry?

Adam Jones:  Yeah.

Stiver:  You want to go to Olive Garden?

Adam Jones:  Hell yeah.

We've been close ever since.  In fact, we are so close that I once wrote and recorded a song for him when I was T-Pain.  It is not remotely appropriate for a work environment.  Please listen, if you would like.

(This is the song.)

Together we have had many fine adventures, drank Beer Shakes, and each separately caught someone burgling our apartment.

The reason I'm telling you this now is because, like me, he has decided to try to carve out his own little space on the internet.  He's been getting it ready, and he's now ready to share it with the public.**  So here it is:

I hope that you enjoy it.  If you don't, let him know.  He appreciates constructive criticism more than anyone I've ever known.***

P.S. If you are J.T. Stiver, I hope you don't mind me mentioning the waking up in bed with you story.  I thought it would be funny.  Please don't be mad.  At least I didn't talk about the Virginia Incident.****

*That's what we called him back then.
**Also, he works in the office next to mine, so I feel obligated to mention it.
***That's a lie.  He's fairly sensitive, but he tries really hard not to be.


Anonymous said...

Beer Shakes? Tell me more!

Anonymous said...

Well admittance is the first step.
People are a lot more tolerant these days.

Adam Jones said...

@Anonymous - I will be covering Beer Shakes in an upcoming post. Guaranteed.

@Anonymous - The first step toward awesome.

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