March 12, 2005
Sometimes talking to Goat is like talking directly to an incarnation of the god Pan. Other times, it's like talking to Radio Rant'o'Rama.
I don't know many men as handy with a wrench as with a keyboard. I never met another one who is such a virtuoso with a chainsaw. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of classic Hollywood movies, vintage tv shows and American muscle cars, and makes the best fried chicken I have ever eaten.
Strangely enough, he has no tattoos and has let his ear piercing grow over.
