If you need one, this is a handy role-model among spirit animals.
Alternatively we have this fine candidate.
I used to build and repair bicycles for Velocipede at 10th or 11th and Pine on Capital Hill many years ago and I worked with this crazy hoot of an enthusiast named Val. Turns out he was struck down by cancer, but as you know when you get struck down it only makes you more powerful.
Here are a couple of images of ol’ Val sporting his signature mustache and dressed as he fucking pleased (taken from the above linked article).
You can find more pictures of Val here.
One time this old dood brought us his bike for some minor service. The bike was an old hulking steel monstrosity already destined to destroy your spine should you take a second floor walk-up. But what really made it the talk of the shop was the fact that everything was connected to this frame using hose clamps. Dozens of them. Good times.
Rocket Pizza! Ciao, Val.
The great Jackson Reinhardt, friend to many and beloved by all, has encountered some blockage in his urinary system. It is unclear at this moment how serious this is, but the current projections place the expenses at around $2500. This could rise if more complicated surgical procedures are required.
He is spending the day at a small veterinary surgical clinic here in Ballard. This evening I will need to transport him to an overnight surgical facility in Shoreline where he will spend another half a day. At that point we will know whether the expenses rise above that $2500 mark.
Jackson, as you have probably guessed, is not a rich cat. He comes from humble beginnings and largely stays out of the limelight, with only brief forays across the lighted stage. He wears a simple harness, and his leash retracts just like anybody else’s.
If you are able, please consider donating to the Friends of Jackson Reinhardt Urinary Traction Fund by sending money to that aloof baffoon who feeds Jackson.
Thank you for taking the time to read this plea.
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