I HEART Pope more and more every day. Don't tell anyone. You big softy. (don't tell anyone that either). WE'RE DOIN' IT, POPE!! WE'RE DOIN' IT! (let's take over the world)

Some how a loner hippy found his way into the heart of DPW by freak chance,...the proud and slightly obtuse Aftermath of BRC. There I was cheated out of my pay, debased, socially beaten, and otherwise treated like a piece of fresh meat in some twisted version of the Engineers Corp. I remember sitting there feeling sorry for myself when, out of the dusty mass of building supplies and drunk cafe workers, came the Pope, with that deep guffa and a slap on the back., he hands me a cold beer ( slightly before 5 o clock ) and says to me. "Jhal, quit your bitchen" ...Such wisdom....I was stunned! And I listened....and fuck if I didn't have the time of my life that year. Thanks for the kick in the ass Pope, you are the teacher of Faith.....although what faith that is I am not completely sure of..... And thank you for the friendship,...oh.and the beer. And I forgive you for taking SS2...just don't let it happen again.

Here are 10 reasons why ever time I see The Popetardosaurs Rex I shout FUCK YOU SHITSUCKER and then hand him a cold PBR:

1- He taught me how to weld and now I've got brain cancer from the fumes and I'm deaf form grinders
2- He wrote the hit tune "Hippy Go Home!" which is now stuck in my head
3- He augured a hole into First Bar
4- I've never meet a nicer guy with worse luck
5- He loves his tu-tu enough to talk about it LONG before lady's night and loves his hat enough to snatch it form a twister
6- He filled my sink with bacon fat
7- Despite, the carhartts, the swagger and the boozing he is a level five geek and spent almost two days doing nothing but sitting on my couch and watching BSG
8- He love when I get right up into his face when I'm talking to him
9- He knows how to fuck your day
10- He demanded I write a testimonials to him

Fuck you very much, Pope and see you soon.

For some reason I was in this other desert, the desert of death in Afghanistan, eating cheese cake while Pope was in Seattle putting on some killer public art. It was in the Black Rock Desert where we finally had time for some beers. No one knows where he is going, but if you see the flames pass you by on the interstate, it was probably him.

Mr. Badass MoFo here (aka Pope) has a wicked sense of humor. I like that. And he drives big shit around, moving piles of other big shit. I like that, too. He looks good doing it. That doesn't hurt.
It was a joy to work with you. Let's do it again, hmmm? Next year? Is August good for you?
xoxo_roo