there is no praise I can give this man, no words I can write that could accurately describe his subtle fervor, his unabashedly fiendish humour, his keen penetrating eye, and glib repartee. only this will I commit to. at our first acquaintance he was introduced to me as Mister Smut, and never since has he dishonoured that name.

This man is a creative force, a keen observer of people and visual stimuli, and a top contender for the Wicked Wit Of The East. You never know when he'll come up with something that will startle you out of the normal way you see the world. He has something interesting to say on any topic you can think of, if only to get you to push the boundaries of your own knowledge.

Owen casually takes charge of situations, with an eye to making life better for the people around him. The first time I met him, we were at a party where the guests had parked their cars in a way that would get them fined or towed in the morning. Most of the people at the party were either in no condition to go outside to move them, or at the least would have had their groove severely disturbed by having to do so. Owen approached me and suggested a plan in which he and I could shuttle everyone's cars over to a nearby location so that the rest of the guests could continue to enjoy the evening. What does this say about him? You decide.