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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • January 28, 2010 9:26 pm
            I’ll never forget when I was in the first grade and Billy Jensen brought Lee “FUCKING” Marvin to show and tell. Marvin smelled like gasoline and kept trying to bum smokes off of Joe, who was a sleepy little fat kid in glasses. None of us really gave a shit about Lee “FUCKING” Marvin though, especially once Chris Willis brought out an actual X-wing fighter. Holy Shit Dude! A real X-wing fighter! not made out of legos! You could put an action figure in the cockpit and you push a button and the wings popped open! And you push another button and Lee “FUCKING” Marvin made laser sounds and sent Joe flying with a left hook. *editors note “Sons of Lee Marvin” is not a real movie… yet. But it is a secret society, founded by Jim Jarmusch. Memebers include Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Iggy Pop, Neil Young, Thurston Moore, Jeff Bridges, and Jon Lurie.

            I’ll never forget when I was in the first grade and Billy Jensen brought Lee “FUCKING” Marvin to show and tell. Marvin smelled like gasoline and kept trying to bum smokes off of Joe, who was a sleepy little fat kid in glasses.

            None of us really gave a shit about Lee “FUCKING” Marvin though, especially once Chris Willis brought out an actual X-wing fighter. Holy Shit Dude! A real X-wing fighter! not made out of legos! You could put an action figure in the cockpit and you push a button and the wings popped open! And you push another button and Lee “FUCKING” Marvin made laser sounds and sent Joe flying with a left hook.

            *editors note “Sons of Lee Marvin” is not a real movie… yet. But it is a secret society, founded by Jim Jarmusch. Memebers include Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Iggy Pop, Neil Young, Thurston Moore, Jeff Bridges, and Jon Lurie.

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