Recent Post: MR BIG DICKS HOT CHICKS MRBIGDICKSHOTCHICKS saw what they did, but have no idea why they did it. There was no intent in the film," I responded leaning over a bit so as not to be heard by those around us heaping praise on the work. Ian sat momentarily motionless before speaking. I sensed anticipation in my body, awaiting his next thought. It was early, 7:45 PM. I wanted to talk more and so did he. It was in his breath.
"You hungry?" was all he said.
"Where to?" I responded knowing that much more conversation awaited us.
Leaving the lecture hall we drove in our separate vehicles to Columbia City for some Tutta Bella salads and wine. Conversation was light, yet free from any of the fearful distractions that come from undefined intentions. Ian was a person that easily made others comfortable, sharing personal stories (humbly) absent of manipulation or ego-driven showiness. I, too, engaged him willingly, in subjects that Al and I had often delved, but with regenerated enthusiasm and candor. His inspirations and ideas melded with my own in a swirling vortex of creativity. This man was easy to divine, he was not one to hide, nor did he need to.
