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Robert Hooker
Working. It's been difficult to work on the really important things, like posting on this site.
By the way, I was kidding about moving to Taylor, MI.
May 1988: Me and Breck were knocking on Mark Emmelkamp's front door or bedroom window. Basically, trying to piss him off. About 10 minutes into it, him and his dad run to the front porch yelling 'whoever's out there, we're gonna beat your ass'. We could not stop laughing. When we peaked around the corner of the house, we saw Emmelkamp (all 80 pounds) standing on the porch w/ a tripod in his hands. He was going to beat us w/ a damn tripod! We ended up getting caught by his dad.
We left, and ended up egging a few hippies by the creek.
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