He told me his dad owned a propeller factory in LA and he didn't want to work there so he moved to San Francisco because he wanted to be a writer. He was kind of an asshole. He had this weird habit of clearing his throat under his breath or giggling to himself A LOT and then sort of brushing it off, oh nothing, nothing heee heee hee ha hah , no really nothing, cough, cough  ahem heee hee. He wrote stupid stories about things that didn't seem to be real but really were just stupid and not very well written either. Although he did a reading at the open mic at Babarian about bridges and how "you probably haven't heard the news yet but it was announced today that the Japanese government has bought the Golden Gate Bridge and is going to dis-assemble it and then reassemble it in Tokyo. They will build a much more functional and sturdy, but boring, bridge in it's place...etc etc."  People started to get shitty "What the fuck are youtalking about ??? IS THIS REAL??!! Then hetook the bridge thing and was just rambling about "what are bridges really?, are there bridges between all of us, who makes the bridges, what types of bridges do people have between each other ? suspension bridges? draw bridges.." and then people realized he'd been fucking with them and their spoken word Babar medicated depression alcoholic poetry scene had had enough of mister smarmy and he kind of sequed back to his seat giggling, heh heh he haaaa haa cough and then it was back to the regulars of the open mic with their most recent poems about whatever thelatest world news was but seen through the angry and confused, depressed vale of tears, medication, and canned tall boy malt liquors.